Vita Sackville-West

“All emotion now was a twilight thing.”

— Vita Sackville-West

“I cannot love your weeping poets...”

— Vita Sackville-West

Tools have their own integrity.

— Vita Sackville-West

There are no signposts in the sea.

— Vita Sackville-West

A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

— Vita Sackville-West

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

— Vita Sackville-West

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

— Vita Sackville-West

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.

— Vita Sackville-West

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

— Vita Sackville-West

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

— Vita Sackville-West

Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West

— Vita Sackville-West

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

— Vita Sackville-West

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

— Vita Sackville-West

“Don't mind being as miserable as you like with me - I have a great turn that way myself - [VW]”

— Vita Sackville-West

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

— Vita Sackville-West

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

— Vita Sackville-West

Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even…

— 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…

— Vita Sackville-West

See the last orange roses, how they blow / Deeper and heavier than in their prime, / In one defiant flame before they go.

— Vita Sackville-West

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower…

— Vita Sackville-West

The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to…

— Vita Sackville-West

Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of…

— 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…

— Vita Sackville-West

“She walks in the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water-- She walks among the patterned pied brocade, Each flower…

— Vita Sackville-West

“And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so…

— Vita Sackville-West

“You angel, you have written. [...] Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just…

— Vita Sackville-West

“[Virginia] is an exquisite companion, and I love her dearly. She has to stay in bed till luncheon, as she is still…

— Vita Sackville-West

The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of…

— Vita Sackville-West

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you:…

— Vita Sackville-West

How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents…

— Vita Sackville-West

When, and how, and at what stage of our development did spirituality and our strange notions of religion arise? the need for…

— Vita Sackville-West

“Clive with his tongue well-loosened, imagine my horror when he suddenly said, 'I wonder if I dare ask Vita a very indiscreet…

— Vita Sackville-West

“There is another danger which you can scarcely hope to escape. It is the weight of the past. Not only will you…

— Vita Sackville-West

“I am not a simpleton', he said, 'nor am I a childish old man. I dislike childishness and all such rubbish. I…

— Vita Sackville-West

“One cannot, I find, talk to a knitter. Conversation may seem to be going in that greased, easy way essential to all…

— Vita Sackville-West

“The Heron Every morning at dawn the heron comes winging across the woods to rob my lake of its trout. It is…

— Vita Sackville-West

“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in…

— Vita Sackville-West

“I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of…

— Vita Sackville-West

The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we…

— Vita Sackville-West

“My dear Mr FitzGeorge!' cried Lady Slane. 'You really mustn't talk as though my life had been a tragedy. I had everything…

— Vita Sackville-West