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The writer catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
Vita Sackville-West
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Vita Sackville-West
Age: 70 †
Born: 1892
Born: March 9
Died: 1962
Died: June 2
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I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
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It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.
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Flowers really do intoxicate me.
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Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.
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Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.
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There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.
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Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
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I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.
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It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten the mood is gone life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.
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But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.
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I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.
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How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.
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I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.
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One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.
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Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
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The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes himself to the exactions of others he will feel that time spent in company is time lost he will be conscious only of his impatience to get back to his true life.
Vita Sackville-West
Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
Vita Sackville-West
My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.
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See the last orange roses, how they blow / Deeper and heavier than in their prime, / In one defiant flame before they go.
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I cannot bear that you / Should think me faithful, when I am untrue.
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