More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
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.
One must learn to be silent just as one must learn to talk.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
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.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
