What did Virginia Woolf mean by: I have lost friends, some by death…others by sheer inability to cross the street. Virginia Woolf Writer · England Copy
Like” and “like” and “like”–but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing? Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Appearance, Identity, Reality, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Introspection, Isolation, Sensitivity, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Discovery, Exploration, Knowledge, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Busy, Overwhelmed, Reflections, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart? Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Disconnection, Empathy, Numbness, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Despair, Identity, Isolation, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Beauty, Creativity, Language, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Virginia Woolf, Complexity, Emotion, Humanity, 0 Virginia Woolf Writer · England
If only you could pack up everything you love, and everyone who’d ever been your friend. Read explanation Jerry Jeff Walker