There is something intrinsically wrong about letters. For one thing they are not instantaneous. ... Nor is this the only trouble about letters. They do not arrive often enough. A letter which has been passionately awaited should be immediately supplemented by another one, to counteract the feeling of flatness that comes upon us when the agonizing delights of anticipation have been replaced by the colder flood of fulfilment.
Vita Sackville-WestI like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything anywhere so long as it looks right where it is? That is, surely, the art of gardening.
Vita Sackville-WestBut you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.
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-West