Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf
Adeline Virginia Woolf, known professionally as Virginia Woolf, was an English writer and one of the foremost modernists of the twentieth century...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 January 1882
CityLondon, England
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it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams
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She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
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Thinking is my fighting.
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Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
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Only longing can fill with more of itself.
darkness chaos
How can I express the darkness?
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I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery -always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
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Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others
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Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradles. And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself.
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Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man, at twice its natural size
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Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
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They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.
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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.