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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
Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
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.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
