Beauty Quote by Virginia Woolf

“Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.”

Virginia Woolf

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Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

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“The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exaltation. I am about to meet--what? What extraordinary adventure awaits me, among these mail vans, these porters, these swarms of people calling taxis? I feel insignificant, lost, but exultant. With a soft shock we stop. I will let the others…

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“Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight, the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen, she has only to walk demurely from cradle to grave and no one will touch a hair…

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“Other worshipful objects were content with worship; men, women, God, all let one kneel prostrate; but this form, were it only the shape of…

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Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently.

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“Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing…

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The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's life - the number of children, whether she had money of her own, if she had a room to herself, whether she had help bringing up her family, if she had servants, whether part of the housework was…

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A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.

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Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake…

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“It is so vast an alleviation to be able to point for another to look at. And then not to talk. To follow the…

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“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.”

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“what a luxury to be alone once more,”

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