Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIllusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.
VIRGINIA WOOLFBetter was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWhen you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?
VIRGINIA WOOLFThe depths of the sea are only water after all.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMarvelous are the innocent.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThey went in and out of each other’s minds without any effort.
VIRGINIA WOOLFAll extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIt was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWe are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
VIRGINIA WOOLFFear no more, says the heart.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
VIRGINIA WOOLFTo look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is, at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMoments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
VIRGINIA WOOLF