Sylvia Townsend Warner - Love Quotes

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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.

Sylvia Townsend Warner
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.

Sylvia Townsend Warner
He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.

Sylvia Townsend Warner
Proust goes on. I love him as much as ever — but between ourselves he is not a very impressive critic. Rather like Valentine's intelligent poodle with grapes. She adores grapes, and can do everything with them except bite them.

Sylvia Townsend Warner
Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.

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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
Nora's small purple coffin coming out of the hearse; the one bunch of brilliant spring flowers on it. Out of such bare material, out of mere birth and death, we spin the intricate web of love, we distill it from these poor bones and ashes, and with it conceive the tale that is told and ended when we die.

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