Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room.
“Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.”
“It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we...”
“It is no use trying to sum people up.”
“When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.”
“They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]”
“But language is wine upon his lips”
“I want to drown in my tears,And my tears are my prayers.”
“My prayers, my tears, my wishes, fears, and lamentations, were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows or anxieties, or long oppressed by any powerful feelings which w...”
“The most romantic creation to have come out of regret is time-travel”
“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”
“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
“Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to thin...”
“Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.”
“I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air ...”