I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?
Virginia WoolfFacts must be manipulated; some must be brightened; others shaded; yet, in the process, they must never lose their integrity.
Virginia WoolfHuman beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.
Virginia WoolfI cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.
Virginia Woolf