Author of quotes: Virginia Woolf. Page 4

Quite seriously, with noble indignation, Richard Dalloway said that a decent person should not read Shakespeare's sonnets, just as he should not peep through the keyhole.

She burst into laughter, he echoed her, and then the old maids, and the fisherman, and the Swiss waiter in a greasy black jacket immediately guessed: the young ones are very happy. But such happiness, how long will it last? they asked; and each responded according to his own experience.

They got the feeling, common to most young people, and to them even more than others, that they were in a conspiracy against the rest of the world.

Ernest Thorburn led the bride to the car through a group of onlookers, without which not a single event in London can do: they never miss the opportunity to enjoy the spectacle of someone else's happiness, as well as misfortune.

What stupid things just do not come to mind, but nothing, just not to pronounce them aloud.

There were ten of them in the family; there was always not enough money, always had to squeeze, fight; and they did not get out of the nasty troubles.

But how stupid, petty, insignificant, and at her age, having two children, so dependent on someone else's opinion, it's time to have your own principles.

How much humility and patience a person has, and what miserable, poor, miserable joys a person can be content with.

We all fight like flies, climbing out of the saucer, Mabel thought, and repeated this phrase - so they cross themselves with the cross, so tell fortunes in order to relieve pain, to make confusion bearable. Quotations from Shakespeare, lines from books read a hundred years ago, always suddenly popped up in moments of confusion, and she repeated them endlessly.

And that hour the torment that she was always trying to hide, the deep anguish, the feeling that had been planted from childhood that she was the worst of all, came over her inexorably, ruthlessly, with a sharpness that she could not overcome, as it used to be at home, waking up at night, she overcame it with the help of Walter Scott.

Why read newspapers... Everything is the same.

What is our knowledge? And who are our pundits, if not the direct descendants of witches and hermits, who hid in caves or forest thickets, brewed a potion of herbs, questioned shrews and comprehended the language of the stars.

The male view of the world, it is he who rules our lives, determines the criterion for everything, approves hierarchical tables.

I want to think about something pleasant, and these thoughts should reflect my subconscious faith in myself, because such thoughts are the most pleasant, and they often visit even the most modest, inconspicuous people who are sincerely convinced that they are not at all inclined to admire themselves.