Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
VIRGINIA WOOLFEach has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWomen and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
VIRGINIA WOOLFGrowing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWe are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMoments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
VIRGINIA WOOLFSecond hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIntimacy is a difficult art.
VIRGINIA WOOLFHe smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFriendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.
VIRGINIA WOOLFBut 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 WOOLFStyle is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
VIRGINIA WOOLFAll extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
VIRGINIA WOOLFShe always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
VIRGINIA WOOLF