Edith Sitwell Quotes

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

Moonlight is sculpture.

The time of wisdom cannot be measured, and for me, wisdom is the garden. There is no time in the garden.

I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.

The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

What is a garden if not a miniaturization and celebration, of the place we are in, the universe?

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture-it won't accrue value as time goes on. Time is its enemy' time passing is merely the countdown for the parting between garden and gardener.

The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.

Life is a garden forever in flower.

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

My hours are peaceful centuries.

White Pond and Walden are great crystals on the surface of the earth, Lakes of Light.... They are too pure to have a market value;they contain no muck. How much more beautiful than our lives, how much more transparent than our characters are they! We never learned meanness of them.

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying~out of gardens.

I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.