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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.
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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Silvia Warner
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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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You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash and then for a very long time you are old.
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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
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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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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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Love amazes, but it does not surprise.
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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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I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras of acquaintance implicit in them but in London they seem as charming as rabbits.
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Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.
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I wasn't educated. I was very lucky.
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cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.
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[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.
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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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Sneezes ... always sound much louder to the sneezer than to the hearers. It is an acoustical peculiarity.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
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.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
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.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
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.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else.
Sylvia Townsend Warner
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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