More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
