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More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
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.
Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
