Quotes about Perception
She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.
— DH Lawrence
The more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself.
— DH Lawrence
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
— DH Lawrence
She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.
— DH Lawrence
The optimist builds himself safe inside a cell and paints the inside walls sky-blue and blocks up the door and says he's in heaven.
— DH Lawrence
Had you noticed them before? he asked. No, never before, she replied. And now you will always see them, he said.
— DH Lawrence
Art-speech is the only truth.
— DH Lawrence
I have travelled, and looked at the world, and loved it. Now I don't want to look at the world anymore, there seems nothing there. In not-looking, and in not-seeing comes a new strength and undeniable new gods share their life with us, when we cease to see.
— DH Lawrence
She was nobody, there was no reality in herself, the reality was all outside of her, and she must apply herself to it.
— DH Lawrence
Put the lights out, we shall see better.
— DH Lawrence
Connie woke up to the existence of legs. They became more important to her than faces, which are no longer very real.
— DH Lawrence
I look at my hands, and wonder what they are doing there. That water there ripples right through me. I'm sure that I am that rippling. It runs right through me, and I through it. There are no barriers between us... A sort of disseminates consciousness, that's all there is of me. I feel as if my body were laying empty, as if I were in the other things - clouds and water-... the individual bodily me is discarded. But if so then I am not alive here. I'm sure it would destroy me.
— DH Lawrence