A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.
VIRGINIA WOOLFA veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI have lost friends, some by death, others by sheer inability to cross the street.
VIRGINIA WOOLFBooks are the mirrors of the soul.
VIRGINIA WOOLFJust in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFor books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFriendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThinking is my fighting.
VIRGINIA WOOLFYou cannot find peace by avoiding life.
VIRGINIA WOOLFA feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI 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.
VIRGINIA WOOLFNothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMelancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.
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 WOOLFI like to have space to spread my mind out in.
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 WOOLF