More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
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.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.
Love had a thousand shapes.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
