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I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.
Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
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How much better is silence the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
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I grow numb I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?
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As a creator of character his peculiarity is that he creates wherever his eyes rest ... With such a power at his command Dickens made his books blaze up, not by tightening the plot or sharpening the wit, but by throwing another handful of people upon the fire.
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The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.
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I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.
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Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
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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.
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A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.
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King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.
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Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about.
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I am tied down with single words. But you wander off you slip away you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.
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As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
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I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?
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Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.
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No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
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I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say “This is it”? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it — that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
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But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.
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loveliness is infernally sad.
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To communicate is our chief business society and friendship our chief delights and reading, not to acquire knowledge, not to earn a living, but to extend our intercourse beyond our own time and province.
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Lock up your libraries if you like but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
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