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Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.
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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It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.
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One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.
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Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.
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There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...
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A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
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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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What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.
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Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
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Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
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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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April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
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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?
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