"Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is..." - Quote by Virginia Woolf

“It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.”

“With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.”

“Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we—I mean all human beings—are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.”

“It is much easier to seem fitted for posts we do not fill than for those we do.”

“As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.”

“Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.”

“You have this idea that you'd better keep working otherwise people will forget. And that was dangerous. And then you realize, no, actually if you take a break people might be more interested in you.”

“The world is my representation”

“I have always felt a little strange about it being so unique that I'm not a train wreck. Like, this weird fluke that I'm not - partying all the time.”