Sylvia Townsend Warner Short Quotes

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Happy is the day whose history is not written down.

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The air is darkened with sins coming home to roost.

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One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.

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When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.

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All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.

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Happiness cannot fly on one wing, I cannot be happy while you are not.

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If a given point were not in a given place it would not be there at all.

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Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

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Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

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No one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.

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Possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

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Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.

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Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.

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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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Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.

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

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General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.

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We read some Coventry Patmore, who is better than one thinks, but not as good as he thinks himself.

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The blossom rifled,
With laden thighs
Further each willing
Eunuch plies:
A dull way to fertilize.

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But no one would possibly listen to her. No one ever listened to one unless one said the wrong thing.

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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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I seem to use this word 'kind' very frequently. When one is unhappy or anxious it is a quality one dwells on.

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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.

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He wore a glittering brass helmet much too large for him and looked, so my mother said, like a weevil in a nut.

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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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