No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
Virginia WoolfA thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.
Virginia WoolfYet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.
Virginia WoolfWith her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.
Virginia Woolf