Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.
Virginia Woolf...the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon that weight. Beautiful and bright it should be on the surface, feathery and evanescent, one colour melting into another like the colours on a butterfly's wing; but beneath the fabric must be clamped together with bolts of iron.
Virginia WoolfWith my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.
Virginia WoolfNothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.
Virginia WoolfTags: sadness
All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
Virginia WoolfTags: obsession
the liftman in the tube is an eternal necessity...
Virginia WoolfArrange whatever pieces come your way.
Virginia WoolfTags: inspirational
Must a kettle boil?
Virginia WoolfNobody sees any one as he is, let alone an elderly lady sitting opposite a strange young man in a railway carriage. They see a whole--they see all sorts of things--they see themselves...
Virginia WoolfI am what I am, and intend to be it,' for which there will be no form in the world unless Jacob makes one for himself.
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