17 Quotes & Sayings By Vita Sackvillewest

Sir Harold Nicolson (1886-1968) was an English journalist, diplomat, society hostess, author, and painter. He was the husband of writer Vita Sackville-West. His journals, which cover nearly 40 years of his life were published in four volumes between 1953 and 1976.

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Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this. Vita Sackvillewest
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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 passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Vita Sackvillewest
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I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross; that its to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish. [VW] Vita Sackvillewest
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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 passion, into a great rooted tree Vita Sackvillewest
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She found herself suddenly surrounded by a host of assumptions. It was assumed that she trembled for joy in his presence, languished in his absence, existed solely (but humbly) for the furtherance of his ambitions, and thought him the most remarkable man alive, as she herself was the most favoured of women, a belief in which everybody was fondly prepared to indulge her. Such was the unanimity of these assumptions that she was almost persuaded into believing them true. Vita Sackvillewest
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There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not. The stress had been constant. her love for him had been a straight black line drawn right through her life. It had hurt her, it had damaged her, it had diminished her, but she had been unable to curve away from it. Vita Sackvillewest
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My dear Mr FitzGeorge! ' cried Lady Slane. 'You really mustn't talk as though my life had been a tragedy. I had everything that most women would covet: position, comfort, children, and a husband I loved. I had nothing to complain of - nothing.'' Except that you were defrauded of the one thing that mattered. Nothing matters to an artist except the fulfilment of his gift. You know that as well as I do. Frustrated, he grows crooked like a tree twisted into an unnatural shape. All meaning goes out of life, and life becomes existence - a makeshift. Face it, Lady Slane. Your children, your husband, your splendour, were nothing but obstacles that kept you from yourself. They were what you chose to substitute for your real vocation. You were too young, I suppose, to know any better, but when you chose that life you sinned against the light. Vita Sackvillewest
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I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong. Vita Sackvillewest
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I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all. Vita Sackvillewest
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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 comes to take me away from myself And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle, A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection, Being so contrived that it takes too long a time To get myself back to myself when they have gone. Vita Sackvillewest
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And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words will quite certainly be about solitude. Solitude and the desirability of it, if one is to achieve anything like continuity in life, is the one idea I find in the resounding vacancy which is my head. Vita Sackvillewest
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Not seeing is half-believing. Vita Sackvillewest
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So prodigal was I of youth Forgetting I was young I worshipped dead men for their strength Forgetting I was strong. Vita Sackvillewest
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Ambition old as mankind the immemorial weakness of the strong. Vita Sackvillewest
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What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful. Vita Sackvillewest
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Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong Kong. Vita Sackvillewest