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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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Musicologist
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Silvia Warner
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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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For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.
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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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noise is a pollution.
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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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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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I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.
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no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.
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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 wasn't educated. I was very lucky.
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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.
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There is a moral, of course, and like all morals it is better not pursued.
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Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.
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General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.
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The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.
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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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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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There are not enough poems in praise of bed.
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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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Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.
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