D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Despair has its own calms.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.

Originally the film opened with Ryan in the doctor's office, being told his wife is dying. Then we see him walking the streets, and the story is told in flashback.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

Whether you're a man or a woman, life can be very, very difficult and confusing and desperate, and it's life-enhancing to know that somehow, there is a way through it.

Despair is part of love.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Losing my mind From this hollow in my heart

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

I had no hope. Yet expectation lived on in me, the last thing she had left behind. What further consummations, mockeries, torments did I still anticipate? I had no idea as I abided in the unshaken belief that the time of cruel wonders was not yet over.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.