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.

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.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

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.

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.