Virginia Woolf

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his read more

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure -- the relationship so secret and private compared with relations read more

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure -- the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And read more

I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices.

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too read more

The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.