Virginia Woolf
England
25 Jan 1882 // 28 Mar 1941
Writer
25 Jan 1882 // 28 Mar 1941
Writer
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<< PrevA Look at Life (11)
There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shar...
To the Lighthouse
To the Lighthouse
What is Meant by Reality? (12)
What is meant by "reality"? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable � now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It l...
A Room of One's Own
A Room of One's Own
Beauty is Everywhere (13)
Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To wa...
Mrs. Dalloway
Mrs. Dalloway
To Be Alone (14)
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being ...
To the Lighthouse
To the Lighthouse
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays