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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ad44eb3 | How curiously one is changed by the addition, even at a distance, of a friend. How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed up, become part of another. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 1d9f388 | She was singing] a senseless singsong, so that several park keepers looked at her with suspicion and were only brought to a favorable opinion of her sanity by noticing the pearl necklace she wore. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b0ec643 | In the 18th century we knew how everything was done, but here I rise through the air, I listen to voices in America, I see men flying- but how is it done? I can't even begin to wonder. So my belief in magic returns. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 3bd9ae0 | I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b8aa5ab | That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they were not inferior, they would cease to enlarge. That serves to explain in part the necessity that women so often are to men. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 44b323d | Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind a waiter, now behind some ornamental pillar, so as to put off as long as possible the shock of recognition, so as to be secure for one more moment to rock her petals in her basin. We wake her. We torture her. She dreads us, she despises us, yet she comes cringing to our sides because for al our cruelty there is always .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2059c6f | Those great wars which the body wages with the mind a slave to it, in the solitude of the bedroom against the assault of fever or the oncome of melancholia, are neglected. Nor is the reason far to seek. To look these things squarely in the face would need the courage of a lion tamer; a robust philosophy; a reason rooted in the bowels of the earth. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 33070a6 | The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner? | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7ba6c78 | So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 2490948 | At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| f7da26c | But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.) | humour love | Virginia Woolf | |
| c4f7a59 | Do you remember the lake?' she said, in an abrupt voice, under the pressure of an emotion which caught her heart, made the muscles of her throat stiff, and contracted her lips in a spasm as she said 'lake.' For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents, and at the same time a grown woman coming to her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them grew larger and larger in her a.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 44533ab | Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too much of a stride for a woman, perhaps, and her gestures, being abrupt, might endanger a cup of tea on occasion. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e7ede91 | I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 992e0d3 | Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5760945 | There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8841c70 | As for describing the smell of a spaniel mixed with the smell of torches, laurels, incense, banners, wax candles and a garland of rose leaves crushed by a satin heel that has been laid up in camphor, perhaps Shakespeare, had he paused in the middle of writing Antony and Cleopatra -- But Shakespeare did not pause. Confessing our inadequacy, then, we can but note that to Flush Italy, in these the fullest, the freest, the happiest years of his.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 00eff59 | The river reflected whatever it chose of sky and bridge and burning tree, and when the undergraduate had oared his boat through the reflections they closed again, completely, as if they had never been. There one might have sat the clock round lost in thought. Thought --to call it by a prouder name than it deserved-- had let its line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among the reflections and the weeds,.. | inspiration ideas | Virginia Woolf | |
| c87e443 | It proves that one's life is not confined to one's body and what one says or does; one is living all the time in relation to certain background rods or conceptions. Mine is that there is a pattern hid behind the cotton wool. And this conception affects me every day. I prove this, now, by spending the morning writing, when I might be walking, running a shop, or learning to do something that will be useful if war comes. I feel that by writing.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 342d18b | At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial - and any question about sex is that - one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold. One can only give one's audience the chance of drawing their own conclusions as they observe the limitations, the prejudices, the idiosyncrasies of the speaker. Fiction here is likely to contain more truth than fact. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a505aee | When you are silent you are again beautiful. | silence | Virginia Woolf | |
| c9a2d54 | Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed. | Vita Sackville-West | ||
| e7a5cc2 | Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 70eca17 | Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is there no longer, but only that shell of a person which is seen by other people - what an airless, shallow, bald, prominent world it becomes! A world not to be lived in. As we face each other in omnibuses and underground railways we are looking into the mirror that accounts for the vagueness, the gleam of glassines.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a2c0764 | Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time's clock with one blow. Come closer. | time neville the-waves virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| f50c1c8 | I've just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It's perfectly peaceful here--they're playing bowls--I'd just put flowers in your room. And there you sit with the bombs falling around you. What can one say-- except that I love you and I've got to live through this strange quiet evening thinking of you sitting there alone. Dearest-- let me have a line... You have given me such happiness... | vita-sackville-west virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| 7a3dc38 | before parting that night we agreed that the objects of life were to produce good people and good books. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 671acfc | One should only be afraid of those things Which have the power of doing others harm; For the rest, fear not; because they are not fearful. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 1fb92cc | On march the banners of the King of Hell. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 5a1ba2d | So many times a man's thoughts will waver, That it turns him back from honored paths, As false sight turns a beast, when he is afraid. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 5039901 | If you, free as you are of every weight had stayed below, then that would be as strange as living flame on earth remaining still." And then she turned her gaze up toward the heavens." | theosis | Dante Alighieri | |
| eb50248 | 'sw' mkn fy ljHym hw mkhSSun lhwl ldhyn ybqwn `l~ Hydhm fy zmn lm`rk l'khlqy@ lkbr~ | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 373e17d | I want to take care of you | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| 83263d8 | Gabriel slowly began rubbing his eyes, for in addition to suffering from one of the worst hangover headaches of his life, he was slightly enjoying the sight of Miss Mitchell in his T-shirt and boxer shorts, passionately angry and shouting at him in a multiplicity of Western European languages. It was the second most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. And it was entirely beside the point. | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| be8ad4e | Not even Hell could keep me from you | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| e629976 | Queridisima Julianne: Gracias por tu regalo, de valor incalculable. Lo unico valioso que tengo para darte a cambio es mi corazon. | spanish | Sylvain Reynard | |
| 76d6289 | Tal vez fui demasiado cuidadoso, demasiado protector, pero no podia soportar la idea de causarte dolor. | spanish | Sylvain Reynard | |
| 1f49463 | I think no one--human or otherwise--is perfect. If perfection is the standard for normalcy, we all fail. | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| 6225475 | Every time I do something for you, I'm trying to demonstrate the words I cannot say. | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| 353c95a | Oh, Psyche. "'Fortune doth menace unto thee imminent danger, wherof I wish thee greatly to beware. . . . thou shalt purchase to mee great sorrow, and to thyself utter destruction. . . . Beware that ye covet not . . . to see the shape of my person, lest by your curiosity you deprive your selfe of so great and worthy estate." | Sylvain Reynard | ||
| db67cdb | The dotted line my father's ashplant made | Seamus Heaney | ||
| 1cafc83 | We want what the woman wanted in the prison queue in Leningrad, standing there with cold and whispering for fear, enduring the terror of Stalin's regime and asking the poet Anna Akhmatova if she could describe it all, if her art was equal to it. | Seamus Heaney | ||
| 192e277 | Believe that a further shore is reachable from here. | inspiration perspective | Seamus Heaney | |
| 843afe7 | Fate goes ever as fate must. | Seamus Heaney |