Vita Sackville-West

“I cannot love your weeping poets...”

— 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

“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

“Like a little warm coal in my heart burns your saying that you miss me. I miss you oh so much. How…

— Vita Sackville-West

I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

— Vita Sackville-West

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

— 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

“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

A good start in life is as important to plants as it is to children: they must develop strong roots in a…

— 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

There are no signposts in the sea.

— Vita Sackville-West

“I think she is one of the most mentally exciting people I know. She hates the wishy-washiness of Bloomsbury young men. We…

— 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

I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in…

— 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

“The fount of joy was bubbling in thine eyes, Dancing was in thy feet, And on thy lips a laugh that never…

— Vita Sackville-West

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other…

— Vita Sackville-West

The Saluki is a marvel of elegance.

— Vita Sackville-West

“This hour of union with the old woman soothed her like music, like chords lightly touched in the evening, with the shadows…

— 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

Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.

— 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

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

— Vita Sackville-West

The public, as a whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognize extreme old…

— Vita Sackville-West

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

— Vita Sackville-West