17 Total Quotes

Vita Sackville-West Quotes

Vita Sackville-West
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. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
Vita Sackville-West
#Writers And Writing #Change

Vita Sackville-West
Women, like men, ought to have their youth so glutted with freedom they hate the very idea of freedom.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist #Freedom

Vita Sackville-West
Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong-Kong.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist

Vita Sackville-West
The writer catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist

Vita Sackville-West
There are no signposts in the sea.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist

Vita Sackville-West
Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist

Vita Sackville-West
Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
Vita Sackville-West
#English Novelist

Vita Sackville-West
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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#Life #Cute Love #Sweet Love #Love

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I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.
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#Love #Cute

Vita Sackville-West
I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.
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Vita Sackville-West
What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded wood Shines the intention whole and good, And all the little homes of man Rise to a dimmer, nobler span; When colour's absence gives escape To the deeper spirit of the shape, -- Then earth's great architecture swells Among her mountains and her fells Under the moon to amplitude Massive and primitive and rude: -- Then do the clouds like silver flags Stream out above the tattered crags, And black and silver all the coast Marshalls its hunched and rocky host, And headlands striding sombrely Buttress the land against the sea, -- The darkened land, the brightening wave -- And moonlight slants through Merlin's cave.
Vita Sackville-West
#Moon