Virginia Woolf

That complete statement which is literature.

In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

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.

Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.

The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the water, then we saw the huge blue-black bulk glide quietly under the raft right beneath our feet. It lay there for some time, dark and motionless, and we held our breath as we looked down on the gigantic curved back of a mammal a good deal longer than the raft.

One cannot live well, love well or sleep well unless one has dined well.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.

Last Words in a Suicide note: I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.