Quote by Sylvia Townsend Warner Download Open image ““My blood ran with this ink...”” — Sylvia Townsend Warner ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.” — Ronnell D. Porter Copy Share Image
“Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have… — Ritter von Leopold Sacher-Masoch Copy Share Image
“All blood runs red.” — Phrase painted on the side of the plane flown by Eugene Bullard in World War I the first black comba Copy Share Image
One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
I feel domesticity just slipping off me. It is a choice. Either one can let it go or one can intensify it. The people… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish. — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire. — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
“It is,” answered Laura with almost violent agreement. “If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of people are… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
I have an idea that conscience impedes quite as many merits as faults, is a sort of alloy, a nickel which may prevent silver… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
There is a period in one's life - perhaps not longer than six months - when one lives in two worlds at once ...… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile. — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
when the German propaganda tries to be winsome it is like a clown with homicidal mania - ludicrous and terrifying both at once. — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones. — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image