Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
I have wrapped myself round in my own personality again. How does it come about - these sudden,intense changes of view? Perhaps my life is unusually conscious: very vivid to me. But when I enter a complete world of its own, I realise that this is existing whether I exist or not; and so get bowled over.
The beauty of the world…has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Virginia Woolf
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, and Three Guineas
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
Virginia Woolf
