More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
Love had a thousand shapes.
A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.
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.
The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
A light here required a shadow there.