How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
Virginia WoolfWe read Charlotte Bronte not for exquisite observation of character - her characters are vigorous and elementary; not for comedy - hers is grim and crude; not for a philosophic view of life - hers is that of a country parson's daughter; but for her poetry. Probably that is so with all writers who have, as she has, an overpowering personality, so that, as we say in real life, they have only to open the door to make themselves felt.
Virginia WoolfSir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.
Virginia WoolfAm I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?
Virginia Woolf