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Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.
— Virginia Woolf
They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love
— Virginia Woolf
To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality.
— Virginia Woolf
That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting.
— Virginia Woolf
First she starved herself of love, which meant also life; then of poetry in deference to what she thought her religion demanded.
— Virginia Woolf
Deffand fell in love with him, and thought that at her age she could
— Virginia Woolf
Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!
— Virginia Woolf
Clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
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Anyhow, she thought, they are aware of each other; they live in each other; what else is love, she asked, listening to their laughter.
— Virginia Woolf
On their faces an expression like the letters of a legend, written around the base of a statue praising duty, gratitude, fidelity, love of England ...
— Virginia Woolf
Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotion made the ply of human life.
— Virginia Woolf
To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now ...
— Virginia Woolf
I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.
— Virginia Woolf
I like it when people actually come, but I love it when they go.
— Virginia Woolf
But with you I am deeply passionately, unrequitedly in love.
— Virginia Woolf
Love had meant nothing to him but sawdust and cinders.
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What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers?
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I love and I hate. I desire one thing only.
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But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.
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One must love everything.
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If this is love, there is something highly ridiculous about it.
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How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?
— Virginia Woolf
One does not love a place the less because one has suffered in it.
— Virginia Woolf
Life and a lover
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He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life.
— Virginia Woolf
To love makes one solitary.
— Virginia Woolf
I love tremendous and sonorous words.
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For I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not as simple as our friends would have us to meet our needs. Yet love is simple.
— Virginia Woolf
Oh, I am in love with life!
— Virginia Woolf
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
— Virginia Woolf
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
— Virginia Woolf
Love had a thousand shapes.
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She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed; and he was happy without her.
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Septimus has been working too hard - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought.
— Virginia Woolf
For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime
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There was something solemn in it- but love and religion would destroy that, whatever it was, the privacy of the soul.
— Virginia Woolf
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
— Virginia Woolf
Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.
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