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“I WANT her though, to take the same from me.
She touches me as if I were herself, her own.
She has not realized yet, that fearful thing, that
I am the other,
she thinks we are all of one piece.
It is painfully untrue.

I want her to touch me at last, ah, on the root and
quick of my darkness
and perish on me, as I have perished on her.

Then, we shall be two and distinct, we shall have
each our separate being.
And that will be pure existence, real liberty.
Till then, we are confused, a mixture, unresolved,
unextricated one from the other.
It is in pure, unutterable resolvedness, distinction
of being, that one is free,
not in mixing, merging, not in similarity.
When she has put her hand on my secret, darkest
sources, the darkest outgoings,
when it has struck home to her, like a death, "this is _him!_"
she has no part in it, no part whatever,
it is the terrible _other_,
when she knows the fearful _other flesh_, ah, dark-
ness unfathomable and fearful, contiguous and concrete,
when she is slain against me, and lies in a heap
like one outside the house,
when she passes away as I have passed away
being pressed up against the _other_,
then I shall be glad, I shall not be confused with her,
I shall be cleared, distinct, single as if burnished in silver,
having no adherence, no adhesion anywhere,
one clear, burnished, isolated being, unique,
and she also, pure, isolated, complete,
two of us, unutterably distinguished, and in unutterable conjunction.

Then we shall be free, freer than angels, ah, perfect.


VIII

AFTER that, there will only remain that all men
detach themselves and become unique,
that we are all detached, moving in freedom more
than the angels,
conditioned only by our own pure single being,
having no laws but the laws of our own being.

Every human being will then be like a flower, untrammelled.
Every movement will be direct.
Only to be will be such delight, we cover our faces
when we think of it
lest our faces betray us to some untimely fiend.

Every man himself, and therefore, a surpassing
singleness of mankind.
The blazing tiger will spring upon the deer, un-dimmed,
the hen will nestle over her chickens,
we shall love, we shall hate,
but it will be like music, sheer utterance,
issuing straight out of the unknown,
the lightning and the rainbow appearing in us
unbidden, unchecked,
like ambassadors.

We shall not look before and after.
We shall _be_, _now_.
We shall know in full.
We, the mystic NOW.

(From the poem the Manifesto)”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Now the big question is: what direction are you moving? Look inward; there is a burning desire in your heart that will make you the person you can become â€� A superstar!”
― Maureen Lawrence

“But only if after you kill me,
You eat my dead body...
Cook me for a day and night...
Make me into stew.
Afterwards, suck my bones clean.
When my entire body has been eaten by you,
I can finally become your blood and flesh.
Then... I will belong entirely to you...”
― Kaori Yuki

“Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! “Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it.â€� Ah, the pleasure in saying that”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

“I learned that I knew it (there are some things in life, you knew before you could put the words to them, for me, this was one) upon first seeing the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and hearing Lawrence Jamieson (Michael Caine) utter these words:

Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Mark Vaughan, You Are Not A Fit Person: A guide to getting fit and staying fit

“Bu yaÅŸamda en canalıcı gereklilik, insanın sevgilisini bütünüyle, kesinlikle, ten ile ruhun tüm çıplaklığıyla sevmesidir... Bana bildirimin ne olduÄŸunu sormuÅŸtun bir gün. Bir bildirim varsa benim, budur iÅŸte. SaÄŸlıklı toplumlar, saÄŸlıklı yönetimler böyle bir iliÅŸkiyi paylaÅŸan erkeklerle kadınlardan oluÅŸacaktır. Yoksa ne zorbalık yönetimlerinde alıp yürüyen ilkel bir erkeklik gösterisinden, ne de cıncık boncuklara boÄŸulmuÅŸ boyalı bir diÅŸilik özentisinden yarar gelir insan yaÅŸamına.
Uygarlığımız bize, cinsel albeninin titiz bir incelikle nasıl sürdürülebileceÄŸinin yolunu, yordamını öğretmiÅŸ olsaydı, hepimiz sevgi içinde sürdürebilirdik yaÅŸamlarımızı, bir kıvılcım parlamış olurdu içimizde, her türlü yola, her ÅŸeye dopdolu bir coÅŸkuyla yönelebilirdik... Oysa yığınla ölüm külü dolduruyor yaÅŸamı ÅŸimdi.”
― D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

“I learned that I knew it (there are some things in life, you knew before you could put the words to them, for me, this was one) upon first seeing the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and hearing Lawrence Jamieson (Michael Caine) utter these words:

Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson

“He did not mind if the rain drops came on him: he would have lain and got wet through: he felt as if nothing mattered, as if his living were smeared away into the beyond, near and quite lovable. This strange, gentle reaching-out to death was new to him...To him, life seemed a shadow, day a white shadow; night, and death, and stillness, and inaction, this seemed like BEING. To be alive, to be urgent and insistent - that was NOT-TO-BE. The highest of all was to melt out into the darkness and sway there, identified with the great Being.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

“There are some things in life you know even before you can put words to them. Then it dawned on me, upon first seeing the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and hearing Lawrence Jamieson (Michael Caine) utter these words:

Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

“Åžimdi bir anlamda "sol" olmayan bir entelijansiyanın var olmadığı belirtilmeli. Son saÄŸcı entelektüel belki de T. E. Lawrence'tı. Yaklaşık 1930'dan beri, "entelektüel" olarak tanımlanacak herkes var olan düzenden müzmin, memnuniyetsiz halde yaşıyor. Böyle de olmak zorunda, çünkü kurulmuÅŸ olduÄŸu haliyle toplumda ona yer yok. Tamamen duraÄŸan olan, ne geliÅŸen ne de parçalarına ayrılan bir imparatorlukta ve temel becerisi aptallığı olan insanlar tarafından yönetilen bir Ä°ngiltere'de "zeki" olmak şüphelidir. T.S. Eliot'ın ÅŸiirlerini ve Karl Marx'ın teorilerini anlayabilecek türden bir beyniniz varsa, üst kademedekiler her tür önemli iÅŸten uzak tutulmanızı saÄŸlar. Entelektüeller, kendilerine yalnızca edebiyat eleÅŸtirmenliÄŸinde ve sol siyasi partilerde bir görev edinebilirler.”
― George Orwell, Why I Write