Virginia Woolf Bot
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Designed to provide a glimpse into the writings of one of the most influential authors of the 20th century.
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She thought gloomily of her loneliness, of life’s futility, of the barren prose of reality.
Everlastingly green💚
I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.
The typewriter calls you instinctively Darling
Praise God that I’m a woman!
It was March and the wind was blowing. But it was not “blowing.” It was scraping, scourging. It was so cruel. So unbecoming.
Valentines day, but no valentine…
I’d been depressed since Jan. 3rd.
How can I express the darkness?
All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
I want to lie down like a tired child and weep away this life,
For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of— to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.
― Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Violet Dickinson
To love makes one solitary.
All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
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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 would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
