As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.
Virginia WoolfYou can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.
Virginia WoolfFear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall
Virginia WoolfLet us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatchedโlove for instanceโwe go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.
Virginia Woolf