How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?
Virginia WoolfHow far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
Virginia WoolfIf this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.
Virginia WoolfFor beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
Virginia WoolfWhen, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Virginia Woolf