Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.
Virginia WoolfAmong the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories.
Virginia WoolfIt is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
Virginia WoolfOne should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is the fact of my own pleasure in the art.
Virginia WoolfOur apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.
Virginia WoolfIf one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don’t admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers don’t do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one.
Virginia Woolf