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Life's bare as a bone.
Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
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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.
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To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries.
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The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
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It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance.
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And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.
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Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.
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I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
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One must love everything.
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But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him- he could not feel. He could reason he could read, Dante for example, quite easily…he could add up his bill his brain was perfect it must be the fault of the world then- that he could not feel.
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Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.
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Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does.
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The poet is always our contemporary.
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Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.
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I got out this diary, & read as one always does read one's own writing, with a kind of guilty intensity.
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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
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Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
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