Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy. VIRGINIA WOOLF HappinessKnifeMelancholySadSeparateThick
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others. VIRGINIA WOOLF AcquireBirthdayGrowGrow UpIllusionLose
Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words. VIRGINIA WOOLF RhythmSimplicityStyleWrong
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. VIRGINIA WOOLF HurryInspirationalNeedSparkle
He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams. VIRGINIA WOOLF DreamssExquisiteHappinessMemoriesSmile
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. VIRGINIA WOOLF DependExtraordinaryOrdinaryWoman
Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us. VIRGINIA WOOLF BlameDenyHorsePraiseWild
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money. VIRGINIA WOOLF FriendshipLoveMoneySexWriting
