The fatal flaw of gravity; when you are down, everything falls down on you. Sylvia Townsend Warner More Quotes by Sylvia Townsend Warner More Quotes From Sylvia Townsend Warner One cannot revoke a true happiness. Sylvia Townsend Warner true-happiness happiness My grandmother was unsurpassable at sitting. She would sit on tombstones, glaciers, small hard benches with ants crawling over them, fragments of public monuments, other people's wheelbarrows, and when one returned one could be sure of finding her there, conversing affably with the owner of the wheelbarrow. Sylvia Townsend Warner grandmother tombstone people I wish I could be a grandmother. It is wanton extravagance to have had a youth with no one to tell of it to when one grows old. Sylvia Townsend Warner grandparent grandmother wish I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends. Sylvia Townsend Warner writing hands blood Can you suggest any suitable aspersions to spread abroad about Mrs. Thatcher? It is idle to suggest she has unnatural relations with Mrs. Barbara Castle; what is needed is something socially lower: that she eats asparagus with knife and fork, or serves instant mash potatoes. Sylvia Townsend Warner potatoes gossip knives The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon. Sylvia Townsend Warner salmon baby children Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier. Sylvia Townsend Warner mere flash wealth Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself. Sylvia Townsend Warner pleasure anticipation expectations Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses. Sylvia Townsend Warner two-things real two When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people. Sylvia Townsend Warner annoyed people thinking I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children. Sylvia Townsend Warner parent age children Happy is the day whose history is not written down. Sylvia Townsend Warner written Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops. A human caress from a cat. I felt very meagre and ill-educated that I could not purr. Sylvia Townsend Warner cat paws looks I cannot love people in the country, I discover, because there is always this danger that they may be acquaintances, with all the perils and choleras of acquaintance implicit in them; but in London they seem as charming as rabbits. Sylvia Townsend Warner may country people noise is a pollution. Sylvia Townsend Warner pollution noise Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire. Sylvia Townsend Warner grief knowing love Theology, Mr. Fortune found, is a more accommodating subject than mathematics; its technique of exposition allows greater latitude. For instance when you are gravelled for matter there is always the moral to fall back upon. Comparisons too may be drawn, leading cases cited, types and antetypes analysed and anecdotes introduced. Except for Archimedes mathematics is singularly naked of anecdotes. Sylvia Townsend Warner leadership math fall I wasn't educated. I was very lucky. Sylvia Townsend Warner educated lucky no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances. Sylvia Townsend Warner possibility disappointment want Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken. Sylvia Townsend Warner smell cooking food
