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To speak or to be silent was equally an effort, for when they were silent they were keenly conscious of each other's presence, and yet words were either too trivial or too large.
— Virginia Woolf
Habits gradually change the face of one's life as time changes one's physical face; & one does not know it.
— Virginia Woolf
The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. The brain must wake now. The body must contract now, entering the house, the lighted house, where the door stood open, where the motor cars were standing, and bright women descending: the soul must brave itself to endure. He opened the big blade of his pocket-knife.
— Virginia Woolf
There it was, all round them. It partook, she felt, carefully helping Mr. Bankes to a specially tender piece, of eternity.
— Virginia Woolf
She had a sense of being past everything, through everything, out of everything, as she helped the soup. as if there was an eddy--there--and one could be in it, or one could be out of it, and she was out of it.
— Virginia Woolf
Swelling, perpetually augmented, there is a vast accumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.
— Virginia Woolf
There was a spectator in me who, even while I squirmed and obeyed, remained observant, note taking for some future revision.
— Virginia Woolf
But for a moment I had sat on the turf somewhere high above the flow of the sea and the sound of the woods, had seen the house, the garden, and the waves breaking. The old nurse who turns the pages of the picture book had stopped and had said, 'Look. This is the truth.
— Virginia Woolf
He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing, he could hear her saying in that empathic voice which carried so much farther than she knew.
— Virginia Woolf
We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds.
— Virginia Woolf
How, then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about people, sealed as they were? Only like a bee, drawn by some sweetness or sharpness in the air intangible to touch or taste, one haunted the dome-shaped hive, ranged the wastes of the air over the countries of the world alone, and then haunted the hives with their murmurs and their stirrings; the hives which were people.
— Virginia Woolf
She stood there: she listened. She heard the names of the stars.
— Virginia Woolf