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Virginia Woolf quotes - page 3
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Virginia Woolf
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Virginia Woolf
If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? - not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?
Virginia Woolf
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
Virginia Woolf
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
Virginia Woolf
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence.
Virginia Woolf
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
Virginia Woolf
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.
Virginia Woolf
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
Virginia Woolf
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.
Virginia Woolf
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.
Virginia Woolf
It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.
Virginia Woolf
He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
Virginia Woolf
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Virginia Woolf
It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.
Virginia Woolf
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.
Virginia Woolf
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?
Virginia Woolf
The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.
Virginia Woolf
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
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
Virginia Woolf
Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall.
Virginia Woolf
To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality.
Virginia Woolf
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