Virginia Woolf Quotes
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There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.
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As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
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What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.
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I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.
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There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?
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With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.
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I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.
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... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.
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Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.
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One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.
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Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.
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more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.
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Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.
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At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial-and any question about sex is that-one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.
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I prefer men to cauliflowers
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She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
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And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.
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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
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Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end.
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Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.
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As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
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Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
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I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
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My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.