My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

— Edith Sitwell

The most staggering Edith Sitwell quotes that are little-known but priceless

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

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I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

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Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

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Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

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I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

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Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

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If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

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The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.

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I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

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Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting.

I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

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The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

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About Edith Sitwell

Quotes 78 sayings
Nationality British
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

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The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

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I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

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I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.

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What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.

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Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness.

It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.

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White as a winding sheet, Masks blowing down the street: Moscow, Paris London, Vienna - all are undone. The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.

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I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.

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I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

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But I saw the little-Ant men as they ran Carrying the world's weight of the world's filth And the filth in the heart of Man-- Compressed till those lusts and greeds had a greater heat than that of the Sun.

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The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

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If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

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My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

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Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning. Rhythm was described by Schopenhauer as melody deprived of its pitch.

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Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

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People are usually made Dames for virtues I do not possess.

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Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing.

I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.

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Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

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Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

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All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.

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Poetry is the deification of reality.

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My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.

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... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.

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Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me.

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I wouldn't dream of following a fashion... how could one be a different person every three months?

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Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man.

When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.

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There is no truth. Only points of view.

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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many.

It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

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The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of "a moment of their other lives" - a moment that had been buried beneath the dust of the busy world.

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I'm not the man to baulk at a low smell, I'm not the man to insist on asphodel.

This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.

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it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.

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In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature.

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I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

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Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.

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Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

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The light would show (if it could harden) Eternities of kitchen garden

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