“There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.”

—Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 20 July 1938

“I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.”

—Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours (2002)

“She did not wish to remember; it troubled her when people tried to disturb her loneliness; she wished to be alone. She wished for nothing else in the world.”

—Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via flowerville)

“The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.”

—Virginia Woolf from a diary entry dated 21 April 1918

“Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.”

—Virginia Woolf

“Her life – that was the only chance she had – the short season between two silences.”

—Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’”

—Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for. Reality dwelling in what one saw and felt, but did not talk about...”

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Virginia Woolf The Voyage Out 

[referenced in Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? by Nick Miller]

“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

—Virginia Woolf

“I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel. You and your splendor; lingering in my brain across a timelessly barefoot reality. ”

—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

“It is strange that we who are capable of so much suffering, should inflict so much suffering.”

—Virginia Woolf from The Waves

“I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.”

—Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919

“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.” ”

— Virginia Woolf
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