The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to doing something better than they have ever done before.— Vita Sackville-West
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I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.
I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.
Flowers really do intoxicate me.
There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree
I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.
I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.
Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking;
but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
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.
Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
I cannot abide the Mr. and Mrs. Noah attitude towards marriage; the animals went in two by two, forever stuck together with glue.
How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.
Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.
For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of my favourite occupation.
Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West
Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.
A good start in life is as important to plants as it is to children: they must develop strong roots in a congenial soil, otherwise they will never make the growth that will serve them richly according to their needs in their adult life.
Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.
The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone; when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes himself to the exactions of others; he will feel that time spent in company is time lost; he will be conscious only of his impatience to get back to his true life.
Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even a real destination. It is the Wanderlust.
Violence, passion, indignation, loyalty, integrity, incorruptibility, shameless egoism, generosity, excitability, energy, a hundred horse-power drive - none of it very subtle: Ethel [Smyth] didn't deal in pastel shades, she went for the stronger colors, the blood-red, anything deep and pumping out of the arteries of the heart.
Summer makes a silence after spring.
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.
There are no signposts in the sea.
The public, as a whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognize extreme old age as a sign of excellence. The long-liver has triumphed over at least one of man's initial handicaps: the brevity of life.
Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.
Tools have their own integrity.
I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
For a young man to start his career with a love affair with an older woman was quite de rigueur ... Of course, it must not go on for too long. An apprenticeship was a very different thing from a career.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
I cannot bear that you / Should think me faithful, when I am untrue.
Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.
Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...
There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.
What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.
Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.
Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.
Not seeing is half-believing.
all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.
a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.
All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.
My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
that pathetic short-cut suggested by Nature the supreme joker as a remedy for our loneliness, that ephemeral communion which we persuade ourselves to be of the spirit when it is in fact only of the body - durable not even in memory!
The more one gardens, the more one learns;
And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.
It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears.
It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst of early summer and suggesting that we must now start looking forward to autumn. Not that I have any objection to autumn as a season, full of its own beauty; but I just cannot bear to see another summer go, and I recoil from what the first hint of autumn means.
[On writing:] The most egotistic of occupations, and the most gratifying while it lasts.