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For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.
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In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.
Virginia Woolf
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Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
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The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
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I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married
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Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
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There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.
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Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.
Virginia Woolf
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My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.
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Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.
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But I think I’m coloured by my own wishes, & experimental mood.
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For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?
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If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.
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Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Virginia Woolf
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Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
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Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
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The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it.
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Neither of us knows what the public will think. There's no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to begin (at forty) to say something in my own voice; and that interests me so that I feel I can go ahead without praise.
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Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
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To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable.
Virginia Woolf
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The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.
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The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
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what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.
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I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
Virginia Woolf