Diaries of Note

Sylvia Townsend Warner

9th November 1969

Then, no more
Catherine Deneuve

8th November 1969

When a shot goes badly, I feel like a useless object
Vladimir Nabokov

7th November 1964

An impossible scene in the real past
Sir Alec Guinness

6th November 1995

We puny mortals
Nina Kosterina

5th November 1941

The days are full of anxious expectation
Herman Melville

4th November 1849

Then a sailor, now H. M. author
Jean Guéhenno

3rd November 1942

The degradation machine is running
Frank Hurley

2nd November 1915

Practically all were intact
Louisa May Alcott

1st November 1868

I won’t marry Jo to Laurie to please any one
Richard Adams

31st October 1980

Hop tu naa!
Petr Ginz

30th October 1941

One bomb fell about ten feet from the train station
Liane de Pougy

29th October 1921

The dear old white bear saved me, that time
Christopher Isherwood

28th October 1962

I should like to see him forcibly shaved
Elton John

27th October 1969

WROTE ‘YOUR SONG’
Lou Andreas-Salomé

26th October 1912

Beginning of Classes
James Webb Young

25th October 1942

Sunlight can only be pictured with shadows
Raphael Soyer

24th October 1967

Art is local
Caroline Fox

23rd October 1848

A wet day and all its luxuries
Zygmunt Klukowski

22nd October 1942

It is almost impossible to comprehend
Simon Gray

21st October 2001

So here I am, two hours into my sixty-sixth year
Wallace Stevens

20th October 1903

Ambition and energy keep a man young
George Templeton Strong

19th October 1856

The greatest crime on the largest scale known in modern history
Josep Pla

18th October 1918

The crying could be heard from the street
George Washington

17th October 1781

Hostilities were suspended for the Night
Bill Hayes

16th October 2013

I am glad to be on planet Earth with you
Virginia Woolf

15th October 1930

I need solitude. I need space. I need air.
E. J. Kahn Jr.

14th October 1987

I can’t remember his name
Anne Lister

13th October 1824

When in my hand thy pulse is prest, I feel it alter mine
André Gide

12th October 1940

In the multitude I become bewildered
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

11th October 1831

My love of solitude is growing with my growth
Martha Ballard

10th October 1794

A Midwife’s Tale

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