domingo, 16 de mayo de 2010

Virginia Woolf.



As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

Language is wine upon the lips.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.



To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

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