Quotes from Virginia Woolf, Orlando

But Sasha was from Russia, where the sunsets are longer, the dawns less sudden and sentences are often left unfinished from doubt as how to best end them.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?