Poetry is the deification of reality.
About Edith Sitwell
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell was a British poet and critic and the eldest of the three literary Sitwells. She reacted badly to her eccentric, unloving parents and lived much of her life with her governess.
More quotes from Edith Sitwell
The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.
British poet (1887-1964)
Poetry is the deification of reality.
British poet (1887-1964)
Still falls the rain – dark as the world of man, black as our loss – blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
British poet (1887-1964)
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty… but I am too busy thinking about myself.
British poet (1887-1964)
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
British poet (1887-1964)
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
British poet (1887-1964)
Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
British poet (1887-1964)
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
British poet (1887-1964)
A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
British poet (1887-1964)
I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.
British poet (1887-1964)
The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation they do not want to attract attention.
British poet (1887-1964)
I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
British poet (1887-1964)
I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
British poet (1887-1964)
I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
British poet (1887-1964)
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
British poet (1887-1964)
Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
British poet (1887-1964)