Virginia Woolf idézet

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„Van egy mélyen rejtett és artikulálatlan vágyam valami iránt, ami túlmutat a mindennapi életen.”

„Az élet nehéz; a tények megalkuvást nem tűrőek; és az átkelés abba a mesebeli országba, ahol a legfényesebb reményeink kialszanak, törékeny bárkáink sötétségbe vesznek, olyan, amelyhez mindenekelőtt bátorságra, igazságra és a kitartás erejére van szükség.”

„Van az a különös képességünk, hogy a képzelet erejével megváltoztathatjuk a tényeket.”

„Ha nem vagyok önmagam, senki sem vagyok.”

„A halálról akartam írni, de az élet közbeszólt, mint mindig.”

„Nem kell sietni. Nem kell ragyogni. Nem kell másnak lenni, csak önmagunknak.”

„És költő szeretnél lenni; és szerető szeretnél lenni.”

“A million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one”

“At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive of the wonder which always marks the transition from the imaginary world to the real world.”

“But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.”

“If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs?”

“Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.”

“Half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew for no one was ever for a second taken in.”

“So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball”

“Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.”

“The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness”

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

“Why must they grow up and lose it all?”

“Well, we must wait for the future to show.”

“If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?”

“Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.”

“But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.”

“Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.”

“I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunk treasure.”

“Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.”

“Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.”

“I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement…”

“I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.”

“For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.”

“If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women…”

“Marvelous are the innocent.”

“For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.”

“Nothing has really happened unless it's been described [in words].”

“Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.”

“it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams”

“One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.”