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There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Age: 84 †
Born: 1893
Born: December 6
Died: 1978
Died: May 1
Linguist
Musicologist
Novelist
Poet
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Writer
Harrow
Silvia Warner
Poems
Bed
Praise
Enough

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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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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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I wasn't educated. I was very lucky.
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In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.
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We are also rather concerned about our moorhen who went mad while we were in Italy and began to build a nest in a tree. ... she walks about in the tree, looking as uneasy yet persevering as a district visitor in a brothel.
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When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.
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... possessiveness cannot accept it cannot even strike a fair bargain it has to confer.
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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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I seem to use this word 'kind' very frequently. When one is unhappy or anxious it is a quality one dwells on.
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There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued.
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One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.
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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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noise is a pollution.
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The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
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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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To think of losing is to lose already.
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Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.
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The fatal flaw of gravity when you are down, everything falls down on you.
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