Цитаты из книги автора David Herbert Lawrence Lady Chatterley's Lover

Then he was pronounced a cure, and could return to life again, with the lower half of his body, from the hips down, paralysed for ever.

‘And what sort of a good time?’ asked Connie, gazing on him still with a sort of amazement, that looked like thrill; and underneath feeling nothing at all.

brought the roof down over her head.

his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine

Clifford had a sister, but she had departed

The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

with the lower half of his body, from the hips down, paralysed for ever

his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine.

She married Clifford Chatterley in 1917

Then she wondered, just dimly wondered, why? Why was this necessary? Why had it lifted a great cloud from her and given her peace? Was it real? Was it real?
Her tormented modern-woman's brain still had no rest. Was it real? And she knew, if she gave herself to the man, it was real. But if she kept herself for herself it was nothing. She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more. She was to be had for the taking. To be had for the taking.