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Here in Italy were freedom and life and the joy that the sun breeds.

“Your master never taught you a truer thing,” said John. “There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham—all a sham, James, and it won't stand when things come to be turned inside out and put down for what they are.”

I was willing to work, and ready to work hard too; but to be tormented for nothing but their fancies angered me. What right had they to make me suffer like that?

The fact was that they could not communicate with words, and it was a fact that led undoubtedly to much misunderstanding. Yet did it not lead also to a peculiar intimacy?

Thus closely united, thus immensely divided, they gazed at each other.

For it would seem — her case proved it — that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

In short, every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life; every quality of his mind is written large in his works;

For’, he murmured, scarcely above his breath as he turned to his books, ‘I have done with men.’

— for he loved literature as he loved his life

He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.

"...writing as from friend to friend--as you say rightly that we are..." - E.B.B to R.B

We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.

Oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, joining in the general merriment.

this book is awfully challenging

"I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I?"

"You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?"

"The objective was for his fate to be determined not by the ignorant, hate-filled intentions of a hostile world but, to whatever degree humanly possible, by his own resolve. Why accept a life on any other terms?"

this book has such a soothing effect to me, it's incredible

-you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.

I'm only babbling like this because I feel so good with you in spite of everything.

I know she is not what the world calls pretty. No matter; there is harmony in her aspect, and I like it.

ugh this book is taking forever. it's not all bad I just can't believe how everyone loved it so much

I am infinitely curious and do not know what is to come.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one.

this book isn't all bad. I'm actually enjoying some parts. Didn't expect this from Mrs. Woolf haha

I am not one and simple, but complex and many.