Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.
Vita Sackville-WestIt is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.
Vita Sackville-WestEverywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.
Vita Sackville-WestIt 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 Sackville-West