I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.
—Vita Sackville-West, carta para Virginia Woolf, 22 de Janeiro de 1926
I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.
—Vita Sackville-West (numa para carta para Virgina Woolf)