It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIt was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFUntil we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMoments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI have lost friends, some by death, others by sheer inability to cross the street.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThe depths of the sea are only water after all.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThere is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWomen have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
VIRGINIA WOOLFAnd yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFor books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
VIRGINIA WOOLFLiterature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIntimacy is a difficult art.
VIRGINIA WOOLFDistorted realities have always been my cup of tea.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWhen I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness – I am nothing.
VIRGINIA WOOLF