Vita Sackville-West Short Quotes

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Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

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One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.

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April the angel of the months, the young
Love of the year.

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A man convinced against his will,
is of the same opinion still.

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Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.

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Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

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I cannot bear that you
Should think me faithful, when I am untrue.

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How poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope!

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For bees are captious folk
And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.

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Sweet are the flutes of night-time, sweet the truce
Lies between day and day.

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Yours is the year that counts no season;
I can never be sure what age you are.

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Oh bolting Time, rough pony of my days,
Halt by the hedgerow of my life to graze.

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The fingers of the Winter drip.
They weaken into water, as a heart
Melted by love.

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All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have held
Reality down fluttering to a bench.

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Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

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Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action — that should make up the sum of man's life.

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A tomb of life, not death,
Life inward, true,
Where the world vanishes
And you are you.

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There's no beginning to the farmer's year,
Only recurrent patterns on a scroll
Unwinding.

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That pathetic short-cut suggested by Nature the supreme joker as a remedy for our loneliness.

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To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

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One never believes other people's experience, and one is only very gradually convinced by one's own.

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We know that the ultimate vex is the same for all:
The discrepancy
Between the vision and the reality.

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I felt your love as a benediction
In tranquil branches above me spread,
Over my sometimes troubled head.

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Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.

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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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