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84ee0b4	I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.	life disatisfaction	Virginia Woolf
60be14e	To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!	yearning longing	Virginia Woolf
8d478cb	Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.	words literature reading fiction	Virginia Woolf
13319c5	Arrange whatever pieces come your way.	inspirational	Virginia Woolf
26fe193	I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.		Virginia Woolf
8a32819	I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; "the things people don't say."	virginia-woolf	Virginia Woolf
f6be961	Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.		Virginia Woolf
6e68224	Rise to the occassion which is life!	life inspirational	Virginia Euwer Wolff
d44c3d1	To love makes one solitary.		Virginia Woolf
78a769b	Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling;..		Virginia Woolf
fcb4cea	It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.		Virginia Woolf
97020e7	She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.		Virginia Woolf
275cbb1	For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.	pain friendship	Virginia Woolf
32de6e9	I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.		Virginia Woolf
463aa4c	Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched--love for instance--we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.		Virginia Woolf
0922ae4	It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.	reality	Virginia Woolf
16e8bb8	I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.	virginia-woolf	Virginia Woolf
af10e31	Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.		Virginia Woolf
954c4c6	Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.	reading read	Virginia Woolf
43b2be2	I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted ..	philosophy inspirational	Virginia Satir
659a980	About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.	literature	Virginia Woolf
8b67d78	Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?	poetry writing	Virginia Woolf
cffe113	Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure	inspirational	Virginia Woolf
64aebf5	I want someone to sit beside after the day's pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, and its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarrelling and reconciliation I need privacy - to be alone with you, to set this hubbub in order. For I am as neat as a cat in my habits.	solitude friendship privacy companionship quietness peace	Virginia Woolf
cc87216	I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee's life of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the cross-roads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here to-night, for t..		Virginia Woolf
f7d7a97	I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.		Virginia Woolf
55a483d	Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.		Virginia Woolf
eace863	And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.		Virginia Woolf
41f2aea	He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.	hopes dreams life inspirational aspirations	Virginia Woolf
66d6185	The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.	words literature reading	Virginia Woolf
d26fec5	Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty -- it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life -- froze it.		Virginia Woolf
6084d7d	who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?		Virginia Woolf
777fb3d	It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.		Virginia Woolf
2221145	I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.	love	Virginia Woolf
bde3e76	For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.	literature	Virginia Woolf
b31d1e0	Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere..		Virginia Woolf
b8f73fa	No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.	philosophy	Virginia Woolf
1da6da3	So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.	morning wind sky sea	Virginia Woolf
54af6b7	The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.		Virginia Woolf
0284e61	Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.	women writing inspirational intellectual-freedom	Virginia Woolf
e974dbd	she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.		Virginia Woolf
3eb9231	I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.	reading	Virginia Woolf
0119e8f	Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying - what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.		Virginia Woolf
1992aca	It is no use trying to sum people up.		Virginia Woolf

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

Virginia Woolf

60be14e

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

yearning longing

Virginia Woolf

8d478cb

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

words literature reading fiction

Virginia Woolf

13319c5

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

inspirational

Virginia Woolf

26fe193

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

Virginia Woolf

8a32819

I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; "the things people don't say."

virginia-woolf

Virginia Woolf

f6be961

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

Virginia Woolf

6e68224

Rise to the occassion which is life!

life inspirational

Virginia Euwer Wolff

d44c3d1

To love makes one solitary.

Virginia Woolf

78a769b

Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling;..

Virginia Woolf

fcb4cea

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Virginia Woolf

97020e7

She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.

Virginia Woolf

275cbb1

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

pain friendship

Virginia Woolf

32de6e9

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Virginia Woolf

463aa4c

Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched--love for instance--we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

Virginia Woolf

0922ae4

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

reality

Virginia Woolf

16e8bb8

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

virginia-woolf

Virginia Woolf

af10e31

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

Virginia Woolf

954c4c6

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.

reading read

Virginia Woolf

43b2be2

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted ..

philosophy inspirational

Virginia Satir

659a980

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

literature

Virginia Woolf

8b67d78

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

poetry writing

Virginia Woolf

cffe113

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure

inspirational

Virginia Woolf

64aebf5

I want someone to sit beside after the day's pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, and its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarrelling and reconciliation I need privacy - to be alone with you, to set this hubbub in order. For I am as neat as a cat in my habits.

solitude friendship privacy companionship quietness peace

Virginia Woolf

cc87216

I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee's life of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the cross-roads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here to-night, for t..

Virginia Woolf

f7d7a97

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

Virginia Woolf

55a483d

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

Virginia Woolf

eace863

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

Virginia Woolf

41f2aea

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

hopes dreams life inspirational aspirations

Virginia Woolf

66d6185

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.

words literature reading

Virginia Woolf

d26fec5

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty -- it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life -- froze it.

Virginia Woolf

6084d7d

who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

Virginia Woolf

777fb3d

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

Virginia Woolf

2221145

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

love

Virginia Woolf

bde3e76

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

literature

Virginia Woolf

b31d1e0

Clarissa had a theory in those days - they had heaps of theories, always theories, as young people have. It was to explain the feeling they had of dissatisfaction; not knowing people; not being known. For how could they know each other? You met every day; then not for six months, or years. It was unsatisfactory, they agreed, how little one knew people. But she said, sitting on the bus going up Shaftesbury Avenue, she felt herself everywhere..

Virginia Woolf

b8f73fa

No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.

philosophy

Virginia Woolf

1da6da3

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

morning wind sky sea

Virginia Woolf

54af6b7

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

Virginia Woolf

0284e61

Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.

women writing inspirational intellectual-freedom

Virginia Woolf

e974dbd

she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

Virginia Woolf

3eb9231

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

reading

Virginia Woolf

0119e8f

Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying - what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.

Virginia Woolf

1992aca

It is no use trying to sum people up.

Virginia Woolf