124 Quotes by Vita Sackville-West

  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    When, and how, and at what stage of our development did spirituality and our strange notions of religion arise? the need for worship which is nothing more than our frightened refuge into propitiation of a Creator we do not understand? A detective story, the supreme Who-done-it, written in indecipherable hieroglyphics, no Rosetta stone supplied by the consummate Mystifier to tease us poor fumbling unravellers of his plot.

  • Tags
  • Share

  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.

  • Tags
  • Share

  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.

  • Tags
  • Share



  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    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.

  • Tags
  • Share

  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.

  • Tags
  • Share

  • Author Vita Sackville-West
  • Quote

    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.

  • Tags
  • Share