Virginia Woolf Quotes
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On or about December 1910, human character changed.
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All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.
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With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.
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This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.
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Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
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Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
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If only she could put them together, she felt, write them out in some sentence, then she would have got at the truth of things.
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Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.
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We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not reading books enough. One should read all styles thoroughly.
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For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.
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Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.
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Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.
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What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
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Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.
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But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
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Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
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You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.
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Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
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But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.
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I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.
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It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.
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The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
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All artists need a room of their own
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London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.