Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words.
VIRGINIA WOOLFSomeone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
More Virginia Woolf Quotes
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But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.
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She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
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And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
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Illness is a part of every human being’s experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.
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Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
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I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
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Second 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.
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The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
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He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
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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.
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We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
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I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
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Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
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I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
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Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
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