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The grasping of another person in his uniqueness means loving him[.]
— Viktor E. Frankl
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
— Virginia Woolf
They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.
— Virginia Woolf
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
— Virginia Woolf
For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.
— Virginia Woolf
Well, I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married.
— Virginia Woolf
And I tried to remember any case in the course of my reading where two women are represented as friends. (...) almost without exception they are shown in their relation to men. (...) [women in fiction were] not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman's life is that
— Virginia Woolf
She had done the usual trick - been nice. She would never know him. He would never know her. Human relations were all like that, she thought, and the worst were between men and women. Inevitably these were extremely insincere.
— Virginia Woolf
Have I never understood you, Katherine? Have I been very selfish?' 'Yes ... You've asked her for sympathy, and she's not sympathetic; you've wanted her to be practical, and she's not practical.
— Virginia Woolf
So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shell of herself left for her to know herself by; all was so lavished and spent; and James, as he stood stiff between her knees, felt her rise in a rosy-flowered fruit tree laid with leaves and dancing boughs into which the beak of brass, the arid scimitar of his father, the egotistical man, plunged and smote, demanding sympathy.
— Virginia Woolf
You send a girl to school in order to make friends - the right sort.
— Virginia Woolf
I've seen more trouble come from long engagements than from any other forms of human folly.
— Virginia Woolf