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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“Happiness is to have a little string onto which things will attach themselves.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Book:The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1925-1930

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The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1925-1930

This book presents a candid look into the thoughts and experiences of Virginia Woolf, capturing the social, cultural, and personal landscape of the period through her diary entries. more

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British modernist writer, known for her unique narrative techniques and profound portrayal of female experience. Her works include 'To the Lighthouse' and 'Mrs. Dalloway'. more

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“To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired people coming home in the evening, is a heartbreaking task for men who know good writing from bad. They do it, but instinctively draw out of harm's way anything precious that might be damaged by contact with the public, or anything sharp that might irritate its skin.”

People Knows Men Way Writing Home Might Morning Draws Tasks Skins Tired Train Busy Harm Contact Journalism Evening Coming Home Catching Heartbreaking Good Writing

Book:Selected essays

Source: Selected essays

“Like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life.”

Book:To the Lighthouse

Source: To the Lighthouse

“A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning.”

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Book:Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)

“The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?”

Ifs Turns Passion Streets Corners London Maps Uncharted

Book:Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

“What could be more serious than the love of man for woman, what more commanding, more impressive, bearing in its bosom the seeds of death; at the same time these lovers, these people entering into illusion glittering eyed, must be danced round with mockery, decorated with garlands.”

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Book:Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

“Love had a thousand shapes.”

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Book:Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

Source: Selected Works of Virginia Woolf

“One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there?”

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Author:Virginia Woolf

“Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today -- that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.”

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Author:Virginia Woolf

“Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does.”

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Book:The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1929-1931

Source: The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1929-1931

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to the grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.”