Edith Sitwell quotes - page 2

People are usually made Dames for virtues I do not possess. (Edith Sitwell)

I'm not the man to baulk at a low smell, I'm not the man to insist on asphodel. This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.

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The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of "a moment of their other lives" - a moment that had been buried beneath the dust of the busy world.

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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love... There was no more hating then, And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

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The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun Is greater than all gold, more powerful Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes Like all that grows or leaps... so is the heart More powerful than all dust.

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I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.

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When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

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All great art contains an element of the irrational.

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The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

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The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

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All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart. (Edith Sitwell)

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.

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Still falls the Rain - Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side: He bears in His Heart all wounds, - those of the light that died, The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark...

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The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind Is but a foolish wind.

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Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

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Mother or Murderer, you have given or taken life - Now all is one!

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Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross. Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us.

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I am resigned to the fact that people who don't know me loathe me.

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Oh how the Vacancy Laughed at them rushing by. "Turn again, flesh and brain, Only yourselves again! How far above the ape Differing in each shape, You with your regular Meaningless circles are!"

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See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament: It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart That holds the fires of the world, - dark-smirched with pain As Caesar's laurel crown. Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man Was once a child who among beasts has lain - "Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."

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I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health. (Edith Sitwell)

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

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There is no truth. Only points of view.

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Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

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the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.

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Edith Sitwell

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Occupation: British Poet
Born: September 7, 1887
Died: December 9, 1964
Quotes count: 66
Wikipedia: Edith Sitwell

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