Violet Keppel Trefusis
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Quotes from correspondence and writings of Violet (Keppel) Trefusis
15 October 1910
Thank you with all my heart, dear correspondent, for your charming dissertation on the mountains of Scotland and the delights that they offer at this moment of the year.
Thank you with all my heart, dear correspondent, for your charming dissertation on the mountains of Scotland and the delights that they offer at this moment of the year.
February 9, 2026 at 3:50 AM
15 October 1910
Thank you with all my heart, dear correspondent, for your charming dissertation on the mountains of Scotland and the delights that they offer at this moment of the year.
Thank you with all my heart, dear correspondent, for your charming dissertation on the mountains of Scotland and the delights that they offer at this moment of the year.
23 February 1920
Ah Julian Julian
Ah Julian Julian
February 8, 2026 at 11:51 PM
23 February 1920
Ah Julian Julian
Ah Julian Julian
10 July 1920
Think to yourself: well, it is thanks to me that she has no friends. I must be all her friends; it is thanks to me she feels lonely and desolate. I will see to it that she feels neither.
Think to yourself: well, it is thanks to me that she has no friends. I must be all her friends; it is thanks to me she feels lonely and desolate. I will see to it that she feels neither.
February 8, 2026 at 7:50 PM
10 July 1920
Think to yourself: well, it is thanks to me that she has no friends. I must be all her friends; it is thanks to me she feels lonely and desolate. I will see to it that she feels neither.
Think to yourself: well, it is thanks to me that she has no friends. I must be all her friends; it is thanks to me she feels lonely and desolate. I will see to it that she feels neither.
10 July 1920
There is nothing permanent in my life, not one person whom I feel will always sympathize and will always understand. As for you, darling, you are miles away physically and spiritually.
There is nothing permanent in my life, not one person whom I feel will always sympathize and will always understand. As for you, darling, you are miles away physically and spiritually.
February 8, 2026 at 3:50 PM
10 July 1920
There is nothing permanent in my life, not one person whom I feel will always sympathize and will always understand. As for you, darling, you are miles away physically and spiritually.
There is nothing permanent in my life, not one person whom I feel will always sympathize and will always understand. As for you, darling, you are miles away physically and spiritually.
16 September 1910
Yesterday a benignant fairy released me from a spell - oh yes! you may think! - which she cast upon me - or rather the part of me usually called one’s memory - in a fit of exasperation about 18 months ago.
Adiós
Yesterday a benignant fairy released me from a spell - oh yes! you may think! - which she cast upon me - or rather the part of me usually called one’s memory - in a fit of exasperation about 18 months ago.
Adiós
February 8, 2026 at 11:51 AM
16 September 1910
Yesterday a benignant fairy released me from a spell - oh yes! you may think! - which she cast upon me - or rather the part of me usually called one’s memory - in a fit of exasperation about 18 months ago.
Adiós
Yesterday a benignant fairy released me from a spell - oh yes! you may think! - which she cast upon me - or rather the part of me usually called one’s memory - in a fit of exasperation about 18 months ago.
Adiós
4 December 1910
Do try not to get married before I return.
Do try not to get married before I return.
February 8, 2026 at 7:50 AM
4 December 1910
Do try not to get married before I return.
Do try not to get married before I return.
13 September 1919
Amor di mia vida, how I long for it all! The sun and the passion of it! I am the world’s most incorrigible vagrant, the world’s worst nomad!
Amor di mia vida, how I long for it all! The sun and the passion of it! I am the world’s most incorrigible vagrant, the world’s worst nomad!
February 8, 2026 at 3:50 AM
13 September 1919
Amor di mia vida, how I long for it all! The sun and the passion of it! I am the world’s most incorrigible vagrant, the world’s worst nomad!
Amor di mia vida, how I long for it all! The sun and the passion of it! I am the world’s most incorrigible vagrant, the world’s worst nomad!
March 1919
All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn’t a recess in my brain into which you haven’t penetrated.
All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn’t a recess in my brain into which you haven’t penetrated.
February 7, 2026 at 11:50 PM
March 1919
All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn’t a recess in my brain into which you haven’t penetrated.
All the hoardings of my imagination I have laid bare to you. There isn’t a recess in my brain into which you haven’t penetrated.
March 1919
I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.
I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.
February 7, 2026 at 7:50 PM
March 1919
I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.
I try so hard to imagine your lips on mine. Never was there such a pitiful imagining.
21 September 1910
Thanks for an amusing letter. Allow me to felicitate my correspondent on her decision – worthy in every respect of a rapid and reliable intuition, which my susdite correspondante may well count among her proudest possessions.
Thanks for an amusing letter. Allow me to felicitate my correspondent on her decision – worthy in every respect of a rapid and reliable intuition, which my susdite correspondante may well count among her proudest possessions.
February 7, 2026 at 3:50 PM
21 September 1910
Thanks for an amusing letter. Allow me to felicitate my correspondent on her decision – worthy in every respect of a rapid and reliable intuition, which my susdite correspondante may well count among her proudest possessions.
Thanks for an amusing letter. Allow me to felicitate my correspondent on her decision – worthy in every respect of a rapid and reliable intuition, which my susdite correspondante may well count among her proudest possessions.
1 March 1920
Pat and Joan seem flawlessly happy to-gether. . . . I simply can’t tell you how I envy them – alone, independent, unmolested. O Mitya, why can’t we have a house together
Pat and Joan seem flawlessly happy to-gether. . . . I simply can’t tell you how I envy them – alone, independent, unmolested. O Mitya, why can’t we have a house together
February 7, 2026 at 11:51 AM
1 March 1920
Pat and Joan seem flawlessly happy to-gether. . . . I simply can’t tell you how I envy them – alone, independent, unmolested. O Mitya, why can’t we have a house together
Pat and Joan seem flawlessly happy to-gether. . . . I simply can’t tell you how I envy them – alone, independent, unmolested. O Mitya, why can’t we have a house together
1918
Indeed I played you into everything, or almost everything I heard.
Indeed I played you into everything, or almost everything I heard.
February 7, 2026 at 7:50 AM
1918
Indeed I played you into everything, or almost everything I heard.
Indeed I played you into everything, or almost everything I heard.
Violetta amused herself madly at the expense of others. Which is perhaps not altogether a good thing, but one pardons youth for many things, especially at 16 1/2.
February 7, 2026 at 3:50 AM
Violetta amused herself madly at the expense of others. Which is perhaps not altogether a good thing, but one pardons youth for many things, especially at 16 1/2.
29 October 1917
I simply can’t get on without a periodical glimpse of radiant domesticity, and you will become smug to an intolerable degree if the vagabond – what Dorothy calls ‘rackety’ element – as supplied by me, is indefinitely withheld from you.
I simply can’t get on without a periodical glimpse of radiant domesticity, and you will become smug to an intolerable degree if the vagabond – what Dorothy calls ‘rackety’ element – as supplied by me, is indefinitely withheld from you.
February 6, 2026 at 11:50 PM
29 October 1917
I simply can’t get on without a periodical glimpse of radiant domesticity, and you will become smug to an intolerable degree if the vagabond – what Dorothy calls ‘rackety’ element – as supplied by me, is indefinitely withheld from you.
I simply can’t get on without a periodical glimpse of radiant domesticity, and you will become smug to an intolerable degree if the vagabond – what Dorothy calls ‘rackety’ element – as supplied by me, is indefinitely withheld from you.
20 September 1918
Why are women by far the loveliest things in the world? There’s nothing to touch them, I suppose that’s why I have such an innate admiration for my own sex.
Why are women by far the loveliest things in the world? There’s nothing to touch them, I suppose that’s why I have such an innate admiration for my own sex.
February 6, 2026 at 7:50 PM
20 September 1918
Why are women by far the loveliest things in the world? There’s nothing to touch them, I suppose that’s why I have such an innate admiration for my own sex.
Why are women by far the loveliest things in the world? There’s nothing to touch them, I suppose that’s why I have such an innate admiration for my own sex.
29 March 1921
I would far far sooner you told me the truth outright, than that you subjected me to this lingering torture. It is crueller far, than any truth could be.
I would far far sooner you told me the truth outright, than that you subjected me to this lingering torture. It is crueller far, than any truth could be.
February 6, 2026 at 3:50 PM
29 March 1921
I would far far sooner you told me the truth outright, than that you subjected me to this lingering torture. It is crueller far, than any truth could be.
I would far far sooner you told me the truth outright, than that you subjected me to this lingering torture. It is crueller far, than any truth could be.
22 May 1920
I am so tired of being unhappy.
I am so tired of being unhappy.
February 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM
22 May 1920
I am so tired of being unhappy.
I am so tired of being unhappy.
9 March 1920
I made a mistake. Your birthday is today.
I made a mistake. Your birthday is today.
February 6, 2026 at 7:50 AM
9 March 1920
I made a mistake. Your birthday is today.
I made a mistake. Your birthday is today.
March 1921
Damn you, I say. Curse your insolence. I am not your slave. How dare you trifle with my most sacred sentiments!
Damn you, I say. Curse your insolence. I am not your slave. How dare you trifle with my most sacred sentiments!
February 6, 2026 at 3:50 AM
March 1921
Damn you, I say. Curse your insolence. I am not your slave. How dare you trifle with my most sacred sentiments!
Damn you, I say. Curse your insolence. I am not your slave. How dare you trifle with my most sacred sentiments!
October 191
I love you with all my bruised heart.
I love you with all my bruised heart.
February 5, 2026 at 11:50 PM
October 191
I love you with all my bruised heart.
I love you with all my bruised heart.
24 September 1920
Her bewitching kisses, her passionate embrace, her impatient and cruel movements. I see again her eyes, suddenly darkened, at once humble and restless; later again, her mouth which beseeches, her eyes which command. . . . And I say to her: take me. I am yours.
Her bewitching kisses, her passionate embrace, her impatient and cruel movements. I see again her eyes, suddenly darkened, at once humble and restless; later again, her mouth which beseeches, her eyes which command. . . . And I say to her: take me. I am yours.
February 5, 2026 at 7:50 PM
24 September 1920
Her bewitching kisses, her passionate embrace, her impatient and cruel movements. I see again her eyes, suddenly darkened, at once humble and restless; later again, her mouth which beseeches, her eyes which command. . . . And I say to her: take me. I am yours.
Her bewitching kisses, her passionate embrace, her impatient and cruel movements. I see again her eyes, suddenly darkened, at once humble and restless; later again, her mouth which beseeches, her eyes which command. . . . And I say to her: take me. I am yours.
17 August 1920
I played Tchaikovsky’s ‘Symphonie Pathetique’ – the one you loved so much – on Pat’s pianola. It is surely the most heartbreaking thing that was ever written! Do you remember how we loved it at Monte Carlo? Afterwards we walked by the sea.
I played Tchaikovsky’s ‘Symphonie Pathetique’ – the one you loved so much – on Pat’s pianola. It is surely the most heartbreaking thing that was ever written! Do you remember how we loved it at Monte Carlo? Afterwards we walked by the sea.
February 5, 2026 at 3:50 PM
17 August 1920
I played Tchaikovsky’s ‘Symphonie Pathetique’ – the one you loved so much – on Pat’s pianola. It is surely the most heartbreaking thing that was ever written! Do you remember how we loved it at Monte Carlo? Afterwards we walked by the sea.
I played Tchaikovsky’s ‘Symphonie Pathetique’ – the one you loved so much – on Pat’s pianola. It is surely the most heartbreaking thing that was ever written! Do you remember how we loved it at Monte Carlo? Afterwards we walked by the sea.
April 1920
Your eyes were like a primeval forest, dark with some crouching, nameless menace
Your eyes were like a primeval forest, dark with some crouching, nameless menace
February 5, 2026 at 11:50 AM
April 1920
Your eyes were like a primeval forest, dark with some crouching, nameless menace
Your eyes were like a primeval forest, dark with some crouching, nameless menace
25 August 1918
I can’t exist without you, you are my affinity, the intellectual ‘pendent’ to me, my twin spirit.
I can’t exist without you, you are my affinity, the intellectual ‘pendent’ to me, my twin spirit.
February 5, 2026 at 7:50 AM
25 August 1918
I can’t exist without you, you are my affinity, the intellectual ‘pendent’ to me, my twin spirit.
I can’t exist without you, you are my affinity, the intellectual ‘pendent’ to me, my twin spirit.
2 July 1920
I want your happiness as well as my own, though I suppose you will not believe it, but O, I do!
I want your happiness as well as my own, though I suppose you will not believe it, but O, I do!
February 5, 2026 at 3:50 AM
2 July 1920
I want your happiness as well as my own, though I suppose you will not believe it, but O, I do!
I want your happiness as well as my own, though I suppose you will not believe it, but O, I do!