"But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful."
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Virginia Woolf quotes (page 4 of 41)
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"For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob."
"I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September."
"It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work."
"One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly."
"Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence."
"Thinking is my fighting."
"Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea."
"One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them."
"It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top."
"When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading."
"Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?"
"As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall."
"The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process."
"It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels."
"My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness."
"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end."
"Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust."
"The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too."
"To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves."