What did Virginia Woolf mean by: Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room. - Virginia Woolf Writer · England Copy
+ Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Death, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Arguing, Argument, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Father, Slavery, Work, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Knives, Sad, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ It doesn’t have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Vision, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Like” and “like” and “like”–but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing? Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Lying, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Why are women… so much more interesting to men than men are to women? Feraz Zeid, June 14, 2023December 29, 2023, Virginia Woolf, Gender, Relationships, Sex, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Beats, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion. - Jean Fritz
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. - William Cowper Poet · England
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless. - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
When I’m carried away, isn’t it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth? - Jean Racine Playwright · France
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
