Virginia Woolf

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his read more

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.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality

I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And read more

I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices.

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

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