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La communication est santé ; la communication est vérité ; la communication est bonheur. Partager est notre devoir ; plonger courageusement et ramener à la lumière ces pensées cachées qui sont les plus malades ; ne rien dissimuler, ne rien prétendre ; si nous sommes ignorants, l'avouer ; si nous aimons nos amis, le leur faire savoir.

- 2015 -

Virginia Woolf

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.

By 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

No hay barrera, cerradura ni cerrojo que puedas imponer a la libertad de mi mente

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing is thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

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.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.