Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day
Virginia WoolfThe mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.
Virginia WoolfAll this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are sides, and it is necessary for one side to beat another side.
Virginia WoolfI enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say โThis is itโ? My depression is a harassed feeling. Iโm looking: but thatโs not it โ thatโs not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
Virginia Woolf