The world has raised its whip; where will it descend Auteur: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise u…” “Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.” “The young man had killed himself; but she did not pity him; with the clock stri…” “My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take …”