Love Letters Quotes

“Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“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 a little of its reality. Whereas 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. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t 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 don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“Like a little warm coal in my heart burns your saying that you miss me. I miss you oh so much. How much, you’ll never believe or know. At every moment of the day. It is painful but also rather pleasant, if you know what I mean. I mean, that it is good to have so keen and persistent a feeling about somebody. It is a sign of vitality.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“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.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“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]”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“You will get letters, very reasoned and illuminating, from many people; I cannot write you that sort of letter now, I can only tell you that I am shaken, which may seem to you useless and silly, but which is really a greater tribute than pages of calm appreciation...”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“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...”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“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.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“Someday I’ll write and tell you all the things you mean to me in my mind. Shall I?”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“Don't mind being as miserable as you like with me - I have a great turn that way myself - [VW]”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“I am absolutely devoted to her, but not in love. So there.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“It is only that I want to be with you and not with anybody else - but you would get bored if I go on saying this, only it comes back and back till it drips of my pen.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“I wish I had a photograph of you. (Has mine ever turned up?) It is a torment not being able to visualise when one wants to. I can visualise you as a matter of fact surprisingly well, – but always as you stood on your door-step that last evening, when the lamps were lit and the trees misty, and I drove away.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“I have discovered my true function in life: I am a snob.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“I wish, in a way, that we could put the clock back a year. I should like to startle you again, – even though I didn’t know then that you were startled.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“Chances of meeting this person, doing that thing, accumulate. Life is as I’ve said since I was ten, awfully interesting – if anything, quicker, keener at forty-four than twenty-four – more desperate I suppose, as the river shoots to Niagara – my new vision of death. ‘The one experience I shall never describe’ I said to Vita yesterday.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“I miss you even more than I could have believed ;and I was prepared to miss you a good deal”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“Suddenly the word instinct leaves me.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“And then, I don’t believe one ever knows people in their own surroundings; one only knows them away, divorced from all the little strings and cobwebs of habit. Long Barn, Knole, Richmond, and Bloomsbury. All too familiar and entrapping. Either I am at home, and you are strange; or you are at home, and I am strange; so neither is the real essential person, and confusion results. But in the Basque provinces, among a horde of zingaros, we should both be equally strange and equally real. On the whole, I think you had much better make up your mind to take a holiday and come.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“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 a little of its reality. Whereas 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. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t 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 don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“You have my full permission.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“My bed's at least nine foot wide, and I feel like the Princes and the Pea, - only there is no Pea. It is a four-poster, all of which I like. Come and see for yourself.”
― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf

“So dull, I am; dull outwardly, at least; all oafish and muddy; but not dull inside. A week's solitude restores me to the sense that I am a person and not a rag-heap for other people to pick over.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“Altogether after reading your letter I felt like a stroked cat.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can’t cross; that it’s to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish. Now when I sit down to an article, I have a net of words which will come down on the idea certainly in an hour or so. But a novel, as I say, to be good should seem, before one writes it, something unwriteable: but only visible; so that for nine months one lives in despair, and only when one has forgotten what one meant, does the book seem tolerable. I assure you, all my novels were first rate before they were written.”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“Write, dear honey, a nice letter to me. Letter from Vita Long Barn 30 May My poor darling – I do hate these damned headaches that you get. I wish you were ROBUST. I wish also that you spared yourself a little more. I hate to think of you ill, or in pain”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

“Vita having this moment (twenty minutes ago) left me, what are my feelings? Of a dim November fog; the lights dulled and damped. But this will disperse; then I shall want her, clearly and distinctly.”
― Virginia Woolf, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

“The only way I can deal with Egypt is as Molly MacCarthy did with Christmas: alphabetically. Amon, Americans, alabaster, Arabs; bromides, buffaloes, beggars, Bronx; camels, crocodiles, colossi, Cook's; donkeys, dust, dahabeeahs, dragomen, dervishes, desert; Egyptians, Evian; fezzes, fellaheen, feluccas, flies, fleas;
Germans, goats, granite; hotels, hieroglyphics, hoopoes, Horus, hawkes; Isis, imshi, irrigation, ignorance, jibbahs; kites, Kinemas, Kodaks; lavatories, lotus, Levantines; mummies, mud, millionaires; Nubia, Nile; ophthalmia, Osiris, obsidian, obelisks; palms, pyramids, parrokeets; quarries; Rameses, ruins; sunsets, sarcophagi, streamers, soux, sand, shadoofs, stinks, Sphinx; temples, tourists, trams, Tut-ankh-amen; Uganda; vultures, Virginia; water-bullocks, warts; Xerses, Xenophon; yaout; zest (my own).”
― Vita Sackville-West, Love Letters: Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West