124 Quotes by Vita Sackville-West

I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.

Virginia wasn’t all cool intellect by any means. She had the warmest and deepest and most human of affections for those she loved. They were few, perhaps, and she applied alarmingly high standards, but her love and humanity were real, once they were given.

As each man knows the life that fits him best, The shape it makes in his soul, the tune, the tone

I sing once moreThe mild continuous epic of the soil

She walks in the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water--She walks among the patterned pied brocade,Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.

She loves in a way that will make her suffer horribly.

Prune my ambition to the lowly prayerThat I may drive the furrow of my taleStraight, through the lives and dignities I know.

With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

I sing the cycle of my country's year, I sing the tillage, and the reaping sing,