Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse,…” “What was it then? What did it mean? Could things thrust their hands up and grip…” “But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness di…” “And if it be true that it is one of the tokens of the fully developed mind that…”