What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.
There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of pas… - Vita Sackville-West
There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of pas…
- Vita Sackville-West
Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope. - Vita Sackville-West
Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.
The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to d… - Vita Sackville-West
The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to d…
The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows. - Vita Sackville-West
The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.
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
I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one… - Vita Sackville-West
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one…
Flowers really do intoxicate me. - Vita Sackville-West
Flowers really do intoxicate me.
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment … - 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 the butterfly of the moment? For the moment …
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it. - Vita Sackville-West
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
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