I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin. VIRGINIA WOOLF DeepFeelingShadowSkin
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately. VIRGINIA WOOLF BookHabitJudgementLiteratureSeparate
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us. VIRGINIA WOOLF AttentionGivingLiveMemoriesPassionSolitude
I have lost friends, some by death, others by sheer inability to cross the street. VIRGINIA WOOLF AbilityAccidentDeathFriendshipLostStreet
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms. VIRGINIA WOOLF BrainLightRoom
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others. VIRGINIA WOOLF LiteratureOpinionReadingReasonWriting
Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. VIRGINIA WOOLF BeginningBurnPoetTimeWomenWork
