Maxioms by Virginia Woolf
Language is wine upon the lips.
Language is wine upon the lips.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure -- the relationship so secret and private compared with relations read more
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?
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality
