Character: Virginia Woolf

The Russians are the first modernists to reveal human souls and hearts with such depth.

Again and again I have an aversion to the domination of one person over another; any form of tyranny to impose the will of others.

One of the results of the war: a man backed into a corner from which there is no escape.

Need sometime just to sit on the beach, throwing pebbles into the water.

The main thing is to let the thoughts free flight; and let them rain down.

It's amazing how often I think - and I think with love about London: the walk to the tower of London; my Kingdom; I mean, if the bomb will destroy one of there little streets with copper eaves, smelling of river and with the obligatory reading of the old woman, I feel - well, feeling the pain of the patriots.

War is like an incurable disease.

In forty-six years need to be a miser; you can spend time only on the most important thing.

Just stop working and immediately begin to sink, drown. And always feel that if I keep going, we reach for the truth.

Must be the struggle; and when I Wake up early in the morning, I say to myself: fight, fight. If I had a chance to catch this feeling, I would; the feeling of the singing of the real world when the loneliness and silence remove the person from his usual life; not leaving me feeling that my destiny adventure.

Constantly engaged in intelligence and morality - employment is quite destructive.

I always listen to the words, like reading a written... <...> to Me clearer and clearer that the honest people are the artists and social reformers and philanthropists quickly kicking from hand and pretending to be chelovekami cherish so many shameful desires that in the end they can find much more faults than the us.

My depression - fatigue feelings.

I disheartening to the people who hate women...