Virginia Woolf

England
25 Jan 1882 // 28 Mar 1941
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For Love, to which we may now return, has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them.

Orlando
What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and praise, and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself- a voice answering a voice.

Orlando
At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever.

Orlando
Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Orlando
One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

Orlando
For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

Orlando
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Orlando
For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.

Orlando
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. It's the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Orlando
I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Orlando
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