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  • #1
    Virginia Woolf
    “If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #2
    Virginia Woolf
    “Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #3
    Virginia Woolf
    “Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #4
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #6
    Virginia Woolf
    “I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.”
    Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

  • #7
    Virginia Woolf
    “When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #10
    Virginia Woolf
    “I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer? ”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #11
    Virginia Woolf
    “I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters

  • #12
    Virginia Woolf
    “Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art”
    Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Four: 1931-1935

  • #13
    Virginia Woolf
    “To love makes one solitary.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #14
    Virginia Woolf
    “For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #15
    Virginia Woolf
    “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 watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks—all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #16
    Virginia Woolf
    “I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #17
    Virginia Woolf
    “I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #18
    Virginia Woolf
    “No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #19
    Virginia Woolf
    “Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #23
    Virginia Woolf
    “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.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “An offering for the sake of offering, perhaps. Anyhow, it was her gift. Nothing else had she of the slightest importance; could not think, write, even play the piano. She muddled Armenians and Turks; loved success; hated discomfort; must be liked; talked oceans of nonsense: and to this day, ask her what the Equator was, and she did not know.

    All the same, that one day should follow another; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday; that one should wake up in the morning; see the sky; walk in the park; meet Hugh Whitbread; then suddenly in came Peter; then these roses; it was enough. After that, how unbelievable death was!-that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant . . .”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #25
    “Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don't worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.”
    Cloud Atlas 2012 Movie

  • #26
    David  Mitchell
    Fantasy. Lunacy.
    All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities.”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #27
    David  Mitchell
    “We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #28
    David  Mitchell
    “In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #29
    David  Mitchell
    “Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides... I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming they were a fixed feature in my life's voyage, I neglected to record their latitude, their longitude, their approach. Young ruddy fool. What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #30
    David  Mitchell
    “Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed.

    Yours eternally, R.F.”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas



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