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Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.
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love
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I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose..
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life
love
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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 in a breathless anguish. [VW]
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Vita Sackville-West |
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Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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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 words will quite certainly be about solitude. Solitude and the desirability of it, if one is to achieve anything like continuity in life, is the one idea I find in the resounding vacancy which is my head.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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df4457f
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A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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A man and his land make a man and his creed.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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A man and his loves make a man and his life.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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718c994
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Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
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Vita Sackville-West |
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All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.
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Vita Sackville-West |