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 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 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 WOOLFI feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
VIRGINIA WOOLFConsolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.
VIRGINIA WOOLFAll extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
VIRGINIA WOOLFAnd all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWomen and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
VIRGINIA WOOLFTo make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.
VIRGINIA WOOLFLock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMoments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFor books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFor this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThe depths of the sea are only water after all.
VIRGINIA WOOLFOne cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
VIRGINIA WOOLF