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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
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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For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.
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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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Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.
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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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Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.
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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 are not enough poems in praise of bed.
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noise is a pollution.
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I feel domesticity just slipping off me. It is a choice. Either one can let it go or one can intensify it. The people who intensify it seem to get quite a lot of interest out of that, too, and are as preoccupied as pirates.
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Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.
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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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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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no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.
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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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She was heavier than he expected - women always are.
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Love amazes, but it does not surprise.
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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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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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The fatal flaw of gravity when you are down, everything falls down on you.
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