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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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“… and to follow her thought was like following a voice which speaks too quickly to be taken down by one’s pencil, and the voice was her own voice saying without prompting undeniable, everlasting, contradictory things […]”

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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“O what a mercy to write no more, but to lie on one’s back in a vineyard, and let grapes drop down one’s throat.”

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Lytton Strachey

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from Virginia Woolf Exhibition at The National Portrait Gallery, photos by wildfloweredfemale / vickyig

“… it’s silly to pretend that because there’s twenty years’ difference between us we therefore can’t talk to each other like human beings.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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“The vision of her own personality, of herself as a real everlasting thing, different from anything else, unmergeable, like the sea or the wind.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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“It’s very difficult to know what people are like… One has to make experiments.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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“Her mind was working very quickly, inconsistently and painfully.”

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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Portraits of Virginia Woolf photographed by George Charles Beresford at his Knightsbridge Platinum Print Portrait Studio in 1902,  presented in a hand made silk covered portfolio with biographic text written by National Portrait Gallery curator Paul Moorhouse

“… like so many people nowadays I am pestered with questions. I find it impossible to walk down the street without stopping, it may be in the middle of the road. to ask: Why? […] Yet what is the point of asking questions of oneself? They should be asked openly in public.”

Virginia Woolf, from her essay ”Why?”

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“But to make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action. And the hornet in the sky rouses another hornet in the mind.”

Virginia Woolf, from her essay Thoughts on Peace in an Air Raid”

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postcards from the Virginia Woolf exhibition today

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postcards from the Virginia Woolf exhibition today

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“… the presence of my mother obsessed me. I could hear her voice, see her, imagine what she would do or say as I went about my day’s doings. She was one of the invisible presences who after all play so important a part in every life […], It is perfectly true that she obsessed me, in spite of the fact that she died when I was thirteen, until I was forty-four. Then one day walking round Tavistock Square I made up, as I sometimes make up my books,To the Lighthouse; in a great, apparently involuntary, rush. One thing burst into another. Blowing bubbles out of a pipe gives the feeling of the rapid crowd of ideas and scenes which blew out of my mind, so that my lips seemed syllabling of their own accord as I walked. What blew the bubbles? Why then? I have no notion. But I wrote the book very quickly; and when it was written, I ceased to be obsessed by my mother. I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her.
I suppose that I did for myself what psycho-analysts do for their patients. I expressed some very long felt and deeply felt emotion. And in expressing it I explained it and then laid it to rest.”

Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past

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Summer evenings

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Summer evenings

“… the load of her accumulated impressions of him tilted up, and down poured in a ponderous avalanche all she felt about him. That was one sensation. Then up rose in a fume the essence of his being. That was another. She felt herself transfixed by the intensity of her perception; it was his severity; his goodness. I respect you (she addressed silently him in person) in every atom; you are not vain; you are entirely impersonal.”

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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