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More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
Love had a thousand shapes.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
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.
We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.