{"author":"D.H. Lawrence","author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence","total_quotes":108,"quotes":[{"text":"Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["death","dying","last-words","time"],"id":271,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"The days passed, the weeks. But everything seemed to have fused, gone into a conglomerated mass. He could not tell one day from another, hardly one place from another. Nothing was distinct or distinguishable. Often he lost himself for an hour at a time, could not remember what he had done.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["depression","misery","mourning"],"id":5585,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on his thick slice of bread, and cut off chunks with a clasp-knife, poured his tea into his saucer, and was happy.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["food","happiness","simple-life"],"id":11939,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["alone","solitude"],"id":21338,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["conversation","love","talk"],"id":25056,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["loneliness"],"id":26830,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"In every living thing there is the desire for love.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["desire","living","love"],"id":27326,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["marriage"],"id":33766,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["books","reading"],"id":42900,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"},{"text":"I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.', November 1913).","author":"D.H. Lawrence","tags":["humor","spite","writing"],"id":43609,"author_id":"D.H.+Lawrence"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":108,"pages":11,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}