It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
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.
More Virginia Woolf Quotes
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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 most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you’ve struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.
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But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.
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For 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.
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In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
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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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No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
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Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.
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Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.
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A light here required a shadow there.
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Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
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Intimacy is a difficult art.
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Marvelous are the innocent.
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I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
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Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.
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