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… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words will quite certainly be about… — 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 Image
I cannot bear that you / Should think me faithful, when I am untrue. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not. The stress had been constant. her love for him had been a straight black line drawn right through her life. It had hurt her, it had damaged her, it had diminished… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme, — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope! — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
