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More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
I am rooted, but I flow.
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
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.
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you
A light here required a shadow there.
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
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.
One must learn to be silent just as one must learn to talk.
