Here’s everything I know about war:
somebody wins,
somebody loses,
and nothing is ever the same again.
– Admiral Constanza Stark
Tag: know
Oh death about …
Oh death
about you I know nothing, nothing –
about the afterwars
as a matter of fact, we know nothing.
Yet oh death, oh death
also I know so much about you
the knowledge is within me,
without being a matter of fact.
– D. H. Lawrence
But I, I only …
But I, I only wonder
and don’t know.
I don’t know women.
– unknown
Oh death about …
Oh death
about you I know nothing, nothing –
about the afterwars
as a matter of fact, we know nothing.
– D. H. Lawrence
I with the …
I with the night on my lips,
I sigh with the silence of death;
and what do I care though the very stones should cry me unreal,
though the clouds shine in conceipt of substance upon me,
who am less than the rain.
Do I not know the darkness with them?
What are they but shrouds?
– unknown
… and i do …
… and i do not care,
though the large hands of revenge shall get my throat at lastt,
shall get it soon,
if the joy that they are lifted to avenge have risen red on my night as a harvest moon,
which even death can only put out for me;
And death, I know, is better than not-to-be.
– D. H. Lawrence
NO, Mr. …
NO, Mr. Lawrence, it’s not like that!
I don’t mind telling you
I know a thing or two about love,
perhabs more than you do.
And what I know is that you make it
too nice, too beautiful.
It’s not like that, you know;
you fake it.
It’s really rather dull.
– D. H. Lawrence
There is the …
There is the other universe, of the heart of man
that we know nothing of, that we dare not explore.
– D. H. Lawrence
Angels are …
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
But tell me, tell me, how do you know
he lost any of his brightness in the falling?
In the dark-blue depths, under layers and layers of darkness,
I see him move like the ruby, a gleam from within
of his own magnificence,
coming like the ruby in the invisible dark,
glowing with his own annunciation, torwards us.
– D. H. Lawrence
No, no, don’t …
No, no, don’t think it.
He doesn’t know he is alone;
Isolation is his birthright,
this atom.
– D. H. Lawrence