«Любовник леди Чаттерлей / Lady Chatterley's Lover» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 46

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The Guthries, the family of four, were good solid Edinburgh middle class, enjoying everything in a solid fashion, and daring everything while risking nothing.***

He was not afraid of himself. But he was quite consciously afraid of society, which he knew by instinct to be a malevolent, partly-insane beast.***

Yes, this was love, this ridiculous bouncing of the buttocks, and the wilting of the poor, insignificant, moist little penis. This was the divine love! After all, the moderns were right when they felt contempt for the performance; for it was a performance. It was quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humour, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance. Even a Maupassant found it a humiliating anti-climax. Men despised the intercourse act, and yet did it.***

Civilised society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first.***

“Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. I

believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a

warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women

take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this

cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.”***

I love the chastity now that it flows between us. It is like fresh water and rain. How can men want wearisomely to philander. What a misery to be like Don Juan, and impotent ever to fuck oneself into peace, and the little flame alight, impotent and unable to be chaste in the cool between-whiles, as by a river.

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him.

round the garden and into the line melancholy park, of which he was really

pretended to be flippant about it. Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him

Женщина хочет, чтобы ее любили, чтобы с ней говорили и чтобы одновременно сгорали от страсти к ней. Сдается мне, что любовь и страсть понятия несовместимые.

Фальшивая любовь — красивое пирожное, но очень плохой хлеб.(По поводу романа "Любовник леди Чаттерли" (Эссе)).

Смириться с тем, что жизнь – великая пустыня, значит подойти к самому краю бытия. Великое множество дел малых и важных составляет огромное число – но из одних только нулей.

Как похожи все мужчины. Витают в облаках. Придумают что-нибудь и - раз! - устремляются ввысь, причем полагают, что и женщины должны следом воспарить.

нынешние мужчины потеряли здравый рассудок. Останься у мужчины хоть капелька чести, неужели он возложит на женщину страшную ношу — ответственность за жизнь — и оставит ее в пустоте, без опоры и поддержки?

Госпожа Удача - ни дать ни взять сука, за которой тысячи кобелей гонятся, вывалив языки, задыхаясь. Кто догонит - тот среди кобелей король.