Well, I’ve had my fun; I’ve had it, he thought, looking up at the swinging baskets of pale geraniums. And it was smashed to atoms—his fun, for it was half made up, as he knew very well; invented, this escapade with the girl; made up, as one makes up the better part of life, he thought—making onself up; making her up; creating an exquisite amusement, and something more. But odd it was, and quite true; all this one could never share—it smashed to atoms.
Virginia WoolfBeauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.
Virginia WoolfAfter all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.
Virginia WoolfThe history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.
Virginia WoolfHuman beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.
Virginia Woolf