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I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
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Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
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women
writing
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Books are the mirrors of the soul.
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metaphor
soul
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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
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love
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As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
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stereotypes
men
feminism
self-determination
women
empowerment
intelligence
dignity
social-norms
misogyny
hypocrisy
double-standards
gender
thought
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No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
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true
reassuring
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There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.
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star
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Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.
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Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
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woman
poetry
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Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
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poetry
women
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A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.
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men
equality
feminism
poetry
women
writing
empowerment
dignity
judgment
misogyny
hypocrisy
double-standards
respect
gender
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Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.
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A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
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money
women
writing
virgin
on-writing
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How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
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solitude
silence
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All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
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Virginia Woolf |
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What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
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The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
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men
feminism
women
empowerment
misogyny
gender
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I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.
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Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
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winter
sad
night
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For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the st..
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solitude
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She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.
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Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.
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emptyness
nothingness
empty
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I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded." --
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independence
self-worth
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He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.
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So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.
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writing
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For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
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I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
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What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
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love
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Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
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reading
writing
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Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
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wild-horse
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It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.
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meaning
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I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.
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When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness--I am nothing.
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words
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Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
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When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would ve..
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feminism
history
women
writing
witches
empowerment
dignity
social-norms
suppression
misogyny
women-writers
gender
persecution
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The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
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beauty
inspirational
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Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?
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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
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feminism
inspirational
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Virginia Woolf |
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Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
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stereotypes
feminism
women
morality
empowerment
womanhood
dignity
social-norms
misogyny
hypocrisy
double-standards
inequality
protectiveness
gender
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He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
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Virginia Woolf |
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She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.
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And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
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life
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Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art
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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
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life
disatisfaction
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