On Being Ill

by Virginia Woolf
England
25 Jan 1882 // 28 Mar 1941
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Here We Go Alone (1)

That illusion of a world so shaped that it echoes every groan, of human beings so tied together by common needs and fears that a twitch at one wrist jerks another, where however strange your experien...


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On Being Ill

Virginia Woolf

 

On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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Human, All Too Human
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