The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Virginia WoolfOne ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.
Virginia WoolfHis eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life.
Virginia Woolf