I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of oneโs own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
Virginia WoolfI am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.
Virginia WoolfHe looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds-that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.
Virginia Woolf