L'Amour, c'est la haine. C'est le torrent sombre et furieux qui nous donne le vertige quand nous nous penchons sur lui. Nous sommes debout sur le rebord, mais le vertige nous prend quand nous regardons en bas.
- 1931 -
Virginia Woolf
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No son las catástrofes, los asesinatos, las muertes, las enfermedades las que nos envejecen y nos matan; es la manera como los demás miran y ríen y suben las escalinatas del bus
By Virginia Woolf
No hay barrera, cerradura ni cerrojo que puedas imponer a la libertad de mi mente
By Virginia Woolf
They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]
By Virginia Woolf
For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy
By Virginia Woolf
For the philosopher is right who says that nothing is thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy
By Virginia Woolf
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
By Virginia Woolf
He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
By Virginia Woolf
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
By Virginia Woolf
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees
By Virginia Woolf
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
By Virginia Woolf
It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.
By Virginia Woolf
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
By Virginia Woolf
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?
By Virginia Woolf
. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
By Virginia Woolf
With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.
Virginia Woolf