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Writer and gardener · English · 1892–1962
English writer and gardener (1892–1962)
“Not seeing is half-believing.”
“Ambition old as mankind the immemorial weakness of the strong.”
“I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.”
“What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.”
“Damn you, spoilt creature; I shant make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.”
“There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree”
“She found herself suddenly surrounded by a host of assumptions. It was assumed that she trembled for joy in his presence, languished in his absence, existed solely (but humbly) for the furtherance ...”
“There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not. The stress had been constant. her love for him...”
“My dear Mr FitzGeorge!' cried Lady Slane. 'You really mustn't talk as though my life had been a tragedy. I had everything that most women would covet: position, comfort, children, and a husband I l...”
“It 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 ...”
“I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross; that its to be pulled through only i...”
“I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.”
“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 myselfAnd turn me into ...”
“And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into ...”
“...How I adore you and want you. You can't know how much...I love belonging to you-- I glory in it, that you alone have bent me to your will, shattered my self-possession, robbed me of my mystery, ...”
“Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong Kong.”
“So prodigal was I of youth Forgetting I was young I worshipped dead men for their strength Forgetting I was strong.”
“Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.”