a few thoughts on sex from D.H. Lawrence

“Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness…. It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.”

“Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.”

“What sex is, we don’t know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty.

We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there.

Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.”

“Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And its touch we’re afraid of.”

“Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.”

“When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.”

    — D.H.( David Herbert) Lawrence was an English novelist, short story writer, poet, playwright, literary critic, travel writer, essayist, and painter (1885-1930)