Quotes by Vita Sackville-West

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 congenial soil, otherwise they will never make the growth that will serve them richly according to their needs in their adult life.

Children

Roots

Strong

a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.

Beautiful

Clouds

Reality

All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.

Benches

Craftsman

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.

Age

Body

Youth

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.

Color

Gardening

Use

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

Christian

Knitting

Women

Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.

Artist

Garden

Lines

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

Bees

Flower

Racing

For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of my favourite occupation.

Broken

Heart

Years

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

Bees

Sleep

Winter

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Age

Animal

Artist

Attitude

Autumn

Baby

Beautiful

Bees

Believe

Benches

Body

Broken

Care

Children

Christian

Clouds

Color

Compassion

Country

Craftsman

Determination

Differences

Different

Education

Exciting

Experience

Fall

Feet

Flower

Freedom

Garden

Gardener

Gardening

Generosity

Glasses

Growth

Half

Hate

Heart

Hope

Impatience

Inspirational

Integrity

Knitting

Knowledge

Learning

Levels

Lines

Loneliness

Love

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Quotes by Vita Sackville-West

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 congenial soil, otherwise they will never make the growth that will serve them richly according to their needs in their adult life.

a letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.

All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of my favourite occupation.

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

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