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Virginia Woolf ..
But looking for eloquent phrases I found none to stand beside your name.

(25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941) 


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“Yes, I think there is something rather fine in the very stiff words the woman uses.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Helen McAfee

6:41 am  5 notes

“— But I think I’m coloured by my own wishes, & experimental mood.”

Virginia Woolf, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol. 2: 1920-1924

6:37 am  14 notes

“… how can we make laws, religions, that fit, that fit, when we don’t know ourselves?”

— Virginia Woolf, The Years

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“I used to write to her, he thought, late at night, when I felt lonely, when I was young. He looked at himself in the glass.”

Virginia Woolf, The Years

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Black and white woodcuts illustrations for Virginia Woolf’s short story “A String Quartet” by her artistically gifted sister, Vanessa Bell.

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?”

— Virginia Woolf, The Years

6:21 pm  6 notes

“But she had lapsed into silence. The actual words he supposed—the actual words floated together and formed a sentence in his mind…”

— Virginia Woolf, The Years

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“I’m a little dismal. Another of these cursed headaches. How I get them I can’t imagine—Whether its writing, reading, walking, or seeing people. Anyhow its not been bad at all—only it makes Leonard gloomy.”

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West

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“What is your cure for sleeplessness? Mine is walking on the downs.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Ethel Smyth

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“… and often I plunge into London, between tea and dinner, and walk and walk, reviving my fires, in the city, in some wretched slum, where I peep in at the doors of public houses.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Ethel Smyth

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“It is the fact that one likes people in spite of their faults, and then likes the faults because they are theirs.”

 Virginia Woolf, Personalities

5:57 pm  58 notes

“Illness makes us disinclined for the long campaigns that prose exacts.”

Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill

5:54 pm

“It was her life, and, bending her head over the hall table, she bowed beneath the influence, felt blessed and purified, saying to herself, as she took the pad with the telephone message on it, how moments like this are buds on the tree of life, flowers of darkness they are, she thought (as if some lovely rose had blossomed for her eyes only)…”

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

5:51 pm  4 notes

“Her sigh was tender and enchanting, like the wind outside a wood in the evening.”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

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