virginia woolf

“as long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.” 
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“for most of history, anonymous was a woman.” 
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“you cannot find peace by avoiding life.” 
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“ıf you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”
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“as a woman ı have no country. as a woman ı want no country. as a woman, my country is the whole world.” 
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“books are the mirrors of the soul.” 
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“ı can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. ıt expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” 
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“the eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” 
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“ı have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.” 
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“all extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” 
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“ıt is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.” 
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“what is the meaning of life? that was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. the great revelation perhaps never did come. ınstead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” 
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“ıt might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.” 
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“let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next. ” 
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“blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.” 
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“really ı don't like human nature unless all candied over with art” 
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“the beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.” 
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“ı see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.” 
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“what does the brain matter compared with the heart?” 
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“dearest, ı feel certain that ı am going mad again. ı feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. and ı shan't recover this time. ı begin to hear voices, and ı can't concentrate. so ı am doing what seems the best thing to do. you have given me the greatest possible happiness. you have been in every way all that anyone could be. ı don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. ı can't fight any longer. ı know that ı am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. and you will ı know. you see ı can't even write this properly. ı can't read. what ı want to say is ı owe all the happiness of my life to you. you have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. ı want to say that – everybody knows it. ıf anybody could have saved me it would have been you. everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. ı can't go on spoiling your life any longer. ı don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. v.” 

virginia woolf