Vita Sackville-West Quotes
Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

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I drove long distances like the 24 hours of Le Mans for years. But even this racing is now over. I retired.
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The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
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The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
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I tried being anorexic for four hours, and then I was like, I need some bagels.
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What Alexander Graham Bell thought up occupied less space than a flower vase. Now it's so small that I have to search all my pockets to discover I've received a spam text.
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A racing tipster who only reached Hitler's level of accuracy would not do well for his clients.
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Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree. And so I got an indigenous tree, called Nandi flame, it has this beautiful red flowers. When it is in flower it is like it is in flame.
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I don't do ski racing to be famous.
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I train for around 3-4 hours everyday. It can go up to 6-7 hours when a competition is approaching.
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We didn't have rest days or weekends because we had to get ready as fast as possible, so we could beat the Americans, who were also racing to send a woman into space.
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The world is full of people who never quite get into the first team and who just miss the prizes at the flower show.
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The excitement of automobile racing did not compare with what I knew must come with aeroplane fighting in France.
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I would have probably stolen cars – it would have given me the same adrenaline rush as racing.
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I die wearing a bootie for three hours. I'm like, get these off of me!
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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I'm working over 80 hours a week and have to keep on track.
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But these young scholars who invade our hills, Bold as the engineer who fells the wood, And travelling often in the cut he makes, Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.
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Consider the many special delights a lawn affords: soft mattress for a creeping baby; worm hatchery for a robin; croquet or badminton court; baseball diamond; restful green perspectives leading the eye to a background of flower beds, shrubs, or hedge; green shadows - "This lawn, a carpet all alive/With shadows flung from leaves' - as changing and as spellbinding as the waves of the sea, whether flecked with sunlight under trees of light foliage, like elm and locust, or deep, dark, solid shade, moving slowly as the tide, under maple and oak. This carpet!
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Organisation, far from creating authority, is the only cure for it and the only means whereby each of us will get used to taking an active and conscious part in collective work, and cease being passive instruments in the hands of leaders.
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Generally the aesthetics of broadcast journalism seem to me to be incredibly primitive.
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If your gonna drop out of school / tough grades are not your goal / then change your name to Candy and learn to work a pole.
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Name yourself in your heart and know who you are.
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Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.