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.
Vita Sackville-WestThe more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.
Vita Sackville-WestI just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I canโt be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I donโt love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I donโt really resent it.
Vita Sackville-WestClick, 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.
Vita Sackville-West