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Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
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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The public, as a whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognize extreme old age as a sign of excellence. The long-liver has triumphed over at least one of man's initial handicaps: the brevity of life.
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Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.
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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.
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all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.
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April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
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Not seeing is half-believing.
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The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of the amateur, concerned with the creation of beauty rather than with the providing of food. Gardening is a luxury occupation an ornament, not a necessity, of life.
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a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.
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Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
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how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope!
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Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.
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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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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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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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For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.
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Summer makes a silence after spring.
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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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There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.
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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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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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