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 — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
For a young man to start his career with a love affair with an older woman was quite de rigueur ... Of course, it… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
I cannot bear that you / Should think me faithful, when I am untrue. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
“This is how you must imagine your letters arriving, and me carrying them off to read in peace, and saying 'oh darling Virginia', and… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
“There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
Women, like men, ought to have their youth so glutted with freedom they hate the very idea of freedom. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of the amateur,… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme, — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope! — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
“You angel, you have written. [...] Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
I like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share
