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More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
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.
But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.
I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
