Цитаты из книги «Любовник леди Чаттерлей / Lady Chatterley's Lover»

“No, it’s man that poisons the universe,” she asserted. “Fouls his own nest,” remarked Clifford

The world has grown pale with thy breath

one could not stew in one’s own juice

we’ll get a democracy of touch, instead of a democracy of pocket

Another feather in the family cap

The point is, what sort of a time can a man give a woman? Can he give her a damn good time, or can’t he? If he can’t he’s no right to the woman…”

he’s entirely wrapped up in himself

we’re made for one another… hand and glove

when the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, which does not kill the body, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers

But until life turns a new face on it all