
You send a girl to school in order to make friends – the right sort.
– Virginia Woolf
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- Do you know I get such a passion for reading sometimes its like the other passion -writing- only the wrong side of the carpet. – Virginia Woolf
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- Well, we must wait for the future to show. – Virginia Woolf
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- Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences. – Virginia Woolf
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- The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging. – Virginia Woolf
- I begin to be impatient of solitude – to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me. – Virginia Woolf
- Here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love? – Virginia Woolf
- When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook-”a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases. – Virginia Woolf
- so that it may grow fatter and – Virginia Woolf
- No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. – Virginia Woolf
