a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Virginia WoolfTag: word-up-virginia
Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.
Virginia WoolfTag: word-up-virginia
A very elementary exercise in psychology, not to be dignified by the name of psycho-analysis, showed me, on looking at my notebook, that the sketch of the angry professor had been made in anger. Anger had snatched my pencil while I dreamt. But what was anger doing there? Interest, confusion, amusement, boredom--all these emotions I could trace and name as they succeeded each other throughout the morning. Had anger, the black snake, been lurking among them? Yes, said the sketch, anger had.
Virginia WoolfTag: word-up-virginia
Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently.
Virginia WoolfTag: word-up-virginia
Avete idea di quanti libri si scrivono sulle donne in un anno? Avete idea di quanti sono scritti da uomini? Sapete di essere l'animale forse più discusso dell'universo?
Virginia WoolfAre we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
Virginia WoolfTag: death
As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
Virginia WoolfTag: intelligence empowerment gender men women thought feminism self-determination misogyny hypocrisy stereotypes double-standards clichés dignity social-norms
anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
Virginia WoolfTag: libraries books virginia-woolf
Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practise because they are good in themselves, and some pleasures that are final? And is not this among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards–their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble–the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.
Virginia WoolfNow to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know each other (though I met you once I think, on board a ship going to Africa), we can talk freely. The illusion is upon me that something adheres for a moment, has roundness, weight, depth, is completed. This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of grapes. I would say, "Take it. This is my life.
Virginia WoolfTag: life conclusion bernard
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