A tearing wind last night. A flurry of red clouds, hard, a water colour mass of purple and black, soft as a water ice, then hard slices of intense green stone, blue stone and a ripple of crimson light.
Virginia Woolf (1882 - 1941)
Source: her diary, August 17 1938
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: A Room of One's Own, 1929
Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.
Source: Between the Acts, 1941
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Source: A Room of One's Own (1929)
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
Source: Bernard, in The Waves (1931; repr. 1943, p. 189).
Death is the enemy. . . . Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death.
Source: The Waves, 1931
Trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
Source: The Common Reader, 1925, The Modern Essay
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
Source: A Room Of One's Own, ch. 3 (1929).
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