"Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us."
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Virginia Woolf quotes (page 3 of 41)
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"Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you"
"But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness."
"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day."
"He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together."
"When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly."
"Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends."
"If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave."
"No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high."
"I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences."
"A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age."
"Books are the mirrors of the soul."
"For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures."
"Intimacy is a difficult art."
"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."
"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"
"In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us."
"Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting."
"I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky."