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- Never, never, never! Au grand jamais, jamais. Never, never, never! ... so long as I live no National Trust ... shall have my darling. No, no. Over my corpse or my ashes, not otherwise. It is bad enough to have lost my Knole but they shan't take Sissinghurst from me. That at least is my own. They shan't, they shan't, I won't. They can't make me, I won't. They can't make me. I never would. (en)
- Formality is often essential to the plan of a garden but never to the arrangement of its flowers and shrubs. (en)
- Between the apple-blossom and the water – (en)
- Each flower her son and every tree her daughter. (en)
- She walks among the loveliness she made, (en)
- She walks among the patterned pied brocade, (en)
- One might reasonably have hoped to inherit century-old hedges of yew, some gnarled mulberries, a cedar or two, a pleached alley, flagged walls, a mound. Instead there was nothing but weed, rough grass, a shabby eyesore of a greenhouse in the wrong place, broken fencing, wired chicken runs, squalor and slovenly disorder everywhere. (en)
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