How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #10
"But the little forked flame between me and you: there you are! That's what I abide by, and will abide by."(19.167)
The little forked flame isn't love, exactly; it's a kind of sensual tenderness that Lawrence seems to think is even better than love. Love is too intellectual. It's a confusing, messed up emotion that you can feel for your parents, your colonel, or your pet parrot. Tenderness, though—that's something to live for.