"There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind."

— Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One’s Own (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it. - Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.--Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West

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"I say “I will cut adrift - I will sit on pavements and drink coffee, I will see the Southern hills; I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim. I say all this; with energy; but shall I do it? Shan’t I peter out here, till the fountain fills again? I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep."

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 15 October 1930. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"She returned to her eyes in the looking-glass. ‘In love,’ she must be; since the presence of his body in the room last night could so affect her; since the words he said, handing her a teacup, handing her a tennis racquet, could so attach themselves to a certain spot in her; and thus lie between them like a wire, tingling, tangling, vibrating…"

— Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts (via agarbathi)

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"By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream."

A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf.  (via lebazarducoin)

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"Passing, glimpsing, everything seems accidentally but miraculously sprinkled with beauty."

— Virginia Woolf, Street Hunting: A London Adventure. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

"Often she had seemed to herself to be moving among those vanished figures of old books and pictures, an invisible ghost among the living, better acquainted with them than with her own friends. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being, with a future of her own."

Virginia Woolf, Night And Day.

If I can momentarily appropriate this for crude personal purposes: this is incidentally a devastatingly accurate description of me.

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"By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream."

— Virginia Woolf (via freyjageist)

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"I make it real by putting it into words. It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together. Perhaps this is the strongest pleasure known to me."

— Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past (from Moments of Being)

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"Beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful."

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)


“You have overheard scraps of talk that filled you with amazement. You have gone to bed at night bewildered by the complexity of your feelings. In one day thousands of ideas have coursed through your brains; thousands of emotions have met, collided and disappeared in astonishing disorder.”Virginia Woolf

“You have overheard scraps of talk that filled you with amazement. You have gone to bed at night bewildered by the complexity of your feelings. In one day thousands of ideas have coursed through your brains; thousands of emotions have met, collided and disappeared in astonishing disorder.”

Virginia Woolf

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"The strongest wish in her being at this moment was to be able to do something for the unhappy people — to see them — to assure them — to help them."

Virginia Woolf, ‘The Voyage Out’ (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

This is such a beautiful quote.