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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! longing yearning Virginia Woolf
8d478cb Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. fiction literature reading words 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
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. friendship pain 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. read reading Virginia Woolf
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. companionship friendship peace privacy quietness solitude 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. dreams hopes inspirational life 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. literature reading words 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 sea sky wind 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. intellectual-freedom women writing inspirational 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
fd5d0e1 Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust. notoriety Virginia Woolf
dc90a80 I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. old spring Virginia Woolf
771a072 But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people. Virginia Woolf
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