Virginia Woolf: Citations en anglais (Page 8)

“What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement?
It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was.”

“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”

“Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.”

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”

“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.”

“Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.”

“Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?”

“He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.”

“Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.”

“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.”

“Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall”

“To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality.”

“Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.”

“But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”

“Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.”

“I prefer men to cauliflowers”

“For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.”

“Fear no more, says the heart…”

“Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.”