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 WoolfTag: 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 WoolfTag: 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 WoolfTag: love everything
It is no use trying to sum people up.
Virginia WoolfTag: 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 WoolfTag: reading books shakespeare
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Virginia WoolfTag: melancholy night winter sad
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