Quotes from Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

No doubt we should be, on the whole, much worse off than we are without our astonishing gift for illusion.

He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.