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Virginia Woolf quotes - page 8
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?
Virginia Woolf
Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.
Virginia Woolf
Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty - it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life - froze it.
Virginia Woolf
He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
Virginia Woolf
I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.
Virginia Woolf
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
Virginia Woolf
I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.
Virginia Woolf
It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
Virginia Woolf
It is no use trying to sum people up.
Virginia Woolf
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
Virginia Woolf
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
The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.
Virginia Woolf
What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.
Virginia Woolf
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
Virginia Woolf
Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
Virginia Woolf
He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.
Virginia Woolf
But when we sit together, close,' said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.
Virginia Woolf
Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
Virginia Woolf
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.
Virginia Woolf
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
Virginia Woolf
Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.
Virginia Woolf
for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge.
Virginia Woolf
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