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So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

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Virginia Woolf

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

By Virginia Woolf

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

By Virginia Woolf

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

By Virginia Woolf

She blazed. She kindled. Out of the night she burnt like a white star.

By Virginia Woolf

Infinite sensations. Pearly night air.

By Virginia Woolf

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

By Virginia Woolf

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

By Virginia Woolf

To love makes one solitary.

By Virginia Woolf

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

By Virginia Woolf

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

By Virginia Woolf

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

By Virginia Woolf

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.

By Virginia Woolf

You send a girl to school in order to make friends - the right sort.

By Virginia Woolf

Habits gradually change the face of one's life as time changes one's physical face; & one does not know it.

By Virginia Woolf

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

By Virginia Woolf

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I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

She blazed. She kindled. Out of the night she burnt like a white star.

Infinite sensations. Pearly night air.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

To love makes one solitary.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.

You send a girl to school in order to make friends - the right sort.

Habits gradually change the face of one's life as time changes one's physical face; & one does not know it.

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.