Virginia Woolf: Citations en anglais (Page 13)

“Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.”

“But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.”

“Language is wine upon the lips.”

“I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.”

“Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for.”

“I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire.”

“When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.”

“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.”

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”

“Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And
I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often
not. Life is a dream surely.”

“I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices”

“They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.”

“for women live much more in the past… they attach themselves to places;”

“No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes”

“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?”

“One must love everything.”

“Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then — our friends are not able to finish their stories.”

“There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?”

“In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.”