Be wicked, be brave, be drunk, be reckless, be dissolute, be despotic, be a suffragette, be anything you like, but for pity's sake be it to the top of your bent. — Violet Trefusis Copy Share Image
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness. Give me great glaring vices, and great glaring virtues, but preserve me from the neat little neutral ambiguities. Be wicked, be brave, be drunk, be reckless, be dissolute, be despotic, be… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share Image
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“Across my life only one word will be written: "waste" - waste of life, waste of talent, waste of enterprise.” — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“He loved the interminable winter nights, when the dissatisfied wind mewed through the keyhole, and gusts of acrid smoke were driven down through the… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“His neglected heart, forsaken, isolated, was more lonely than the ace of hearts in the middle of a playing card.” — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
Be wicked, be brave, be drunk, be reckless, be dissolute, be despotic, be a suffragette, be anything you like, but for pity's sake be… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“Across my life only one work will be written: "waste" _ waste of love, waste of talent, waste of enterprise.” — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness. Give me great glaring vices, and great glaring virtues, but preserve me from the neat… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
Do you think that love has to be requited to be genuine? On the contrary, it thrives on indifference. — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness. Give me great glaring vices, and great glaring virtues, but preserve me from the neat… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
“The following evening John left with Lady Shorne for the south of France, without so much as a word to me." Alexa felt as… — Violet Trefusis Copy Share
