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The fatal flaw of gravity when you are down, everything falls down on you.

Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Age: 84 †
Born: 1893
Born: December 6
Died: 1978
Died: May 1
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Musicologist
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Silvia Warner
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I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.
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Young people are careless of their virginity one day they may have it and the next not.
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The Church has lost a great religious poet in me but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.
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The body, after all, older and wiser than soul, being first created, and, like a good horse, if given its way would go home by the best path and at the right pace.
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Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.
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Sneezes ... always sound much louder to the sneezer than to the hearers. It is an acoustical peculiarity.
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She was heavier than he expected - women always are.
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[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.
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To think of losing is to lose already.
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My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow.
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noise is a pollution.
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General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
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when the German propaganda tries to be winsome it is like a clown with homicidal mania - ludicrous and terrifying both at once.
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One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train of thought. They drove me distracted while I was having influenza, gazing at me with large eyes and saying: O Sylvia, you are so ill, you'll soon be dead. And who will feed us then? Feed us now!
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There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued.
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I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.
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Love amazes, but it does not surprise.
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Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.
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Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.
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London life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.
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