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Vita Sackville-West

horticulturist, writer, poet, gardener, biographer

1892  – 1962

Victoria Mary, Lady Nicolson, CH, usually known as Vita Sackville-West, was an English author and garden designer.

All Quotes by Vita Sackville-West

“I came from nowhere, and shall be With lions, tigers, leopards, and their kind.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Leopards on the gable-ends, Leopards everywhere.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Often on the painted stair, Nothing there to see.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“While many a lovely ship below sailed by That might befall their beauty and their pride…”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Authority has every reason to fear the skeptic, for authority can rarely survive in the face of doubt.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Of course I have no right whatsoever to write down the truth about my life involving as it naturally does the lives of so many other people, but I do so urged by a necessity of truth-telling, because there is no living soul who knows the complete truth; here, may be one who knows a section; and there, one who knows another section: but to the whole picture not one is initiated.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“A man and his tools make a man and his trade.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“A man and his land make a man and his creed.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“A man and his loves make a man and his life.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“The dusk is heavy with the wine's warm load; Here the sweet legends of the world remain.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Who could so watch, and not forget the rack And know himself for Rome's inheritor?”
— Vita Sackville-West
“If I had only loved your flesh And little more to tell.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“It is quite true that you have had infinitely more influence on me intellectually than anyone, and for this alone I love you.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“She walks among the loveliness she made, Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.”
— 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
“And so it ends, Where once was passion's loveliness.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“You took me weak and unprepared. But to accept your crazy creed.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Darling, I thought of nothing mean; To kill the body or destroy the soul?”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, To get myself back to myself when they have gone.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“And what have I to give my friends in the last resort? And theirs presumably theirs, and cannot touch.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild Submissive to a law he does not understand.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Remembrance clamoured in him: 'She was wild and free, To gain or loss, and, loving, loved but me, — but me!”
— Vita Sackville-West
“All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn, Where she was wont to roam.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed, Is the voice of the lonely land.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“I sing the cycle of my country's year, Was born immediate, of expediency.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“The country habit has me by the heart, Stoops like the merlin to the constant lure.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“In February, if the days be clear, And blunder out to seek another spring.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“I saw within the wheelwright’s shed The brace, the adze, the awl;”
— Vita Sackville-West
“The young men strained upon the crank And threw their loins across the winch.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“The greater cats with golden eyes Man loves a little, and for long shall die.”
— Vita Sackville-West
“Their strength's eternal in their sight, Man's love is transient as his death is long.”
— Vita Sackville-West