I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.
Virginia WoolfIndeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
Virginia WoolfMots clés happiness unhappiness
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.
Virginia WoolfEvery face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
Virginia WoolfMots clés books windows book search faces face pages shop shops window
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
Virginia WoolfI like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.
Virginia WoolfOne must love everything.
Virginia WoolfMots clés love everything
It is no use trying to sum people up.
Virginia WoolfMots clés people
What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?
Virginia WoolfMots clés reading books shakespeare
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Virginia WoolfMots clés melancholy night winter sad
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