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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.
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More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
A light here required a shadow there.
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
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.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Love had a thousand shapes.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
