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Literary Critic Inspirational Quotes (30051)

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Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Still, life had a way of adding day to day
Virginia Woolf
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Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness dull, callous, and indifferent.
Virginia Woolf
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Do you suppose that it is within your power to insult me? You evidently are not aware to whom you are speaking? Do you imagine that the envenomed spittle of five hundred little gentlemen of your type, heaped one upon another, would succeed in slobbering so much as the tips of my august toes?
Marcel Proust
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I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.
Virginia Woolf
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What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page that's what I call hard work.
Virginia Woolf
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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.
Virginia Woolf
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Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.
Virginia Woolf
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To know whom to write for is to know how to write.
Virginia Woolf
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There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay.
Virginia Woolf
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women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time. ... Women, then, have not had a dog's chance of writing poetry. That is why I have laid so much stress on money and a room of one's own.
Virginia Woolf
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We [women] have borne and bred and washed and taught, perhaps to the age of six or seven years, the one thousand six hundred and twenty-three million human beings who are, according to statistics, at present in existence, and that ... takes time.
Virginia Woolf
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Men are marked from the moment of birth to rule or be ruled.
Aristotle
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If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs?
Virginia Woolf
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London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
Virginia Woolf
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There is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.
Virginia Woolf
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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.
Virginia Woolf
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They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.
Virginia Woolf
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... the transaction between a writer and the spirit of the age is one of infinite delicacy, and upon a nice arrangement between the two the whole fortune of his works depend.
Virginia Woolf
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But Time, unfortunately, though it makes animals and vegetables bloom and fade with amazing punctuality has no such simple effect upon the mind of man.
Virginia Woolf
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Some people go to priests others to poetry I to my friends.
Virginia Woolf
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Books should stand on their own feet ... If they need shoring up by a preface here, an introduction there, they have no more right to exist than a table that needs a wad of paper under one leg in order to stand steady.
Virginia Woolf
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... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.
Virginia Woolf
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I will dream today for I must unscrew my head somehow.
Virginia Woolf
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