Virginia Woolf Quotes
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There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
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How remorseless life is!
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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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As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
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The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
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war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.
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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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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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There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.
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But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
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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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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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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
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Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
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O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!
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A million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one
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It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.
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The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.
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And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.
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I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.
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I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
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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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No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.