Virginia Woolf citáty

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„Niektorí ľudia chodia ku kňazom, iní k poézii, ja k priateľom.“

„Chcel som písať o smrti, lenže ako zvyčajne sa do toho vmiesil život.“

„A ty chceš byť básnikom; a ty chceš byť milencom.“

„Mám hlboko skrytú a nevyjadrenú túžbu po niečom, čo presahuje každodenný život.“

„Život je ťažký, fakty sú nekompromisné a prechod do tej bájnej krajiny, kde zhasínajú naše najjasnejšie nádeje a naše krehké kôpky sa utápajú v tme, si vyžaduje predovšetkým odvahu, pravdu a silu vydržať.“

„Ak nehovoríte pravdu o sebe, nemôžete ju hovoriť ani o iných ľuďoch.“

„Pani Dallowayová povedala, že kúpi kvety sama.“

„Umelec je koniec koncov osamelá bytosť.“

„Vyučovať a kázať asi presahuje ľudské schopnosti.“

„Prečo sú ženy … oveľa zaujímavejšie pre mužov ako muži pre ženy?“

„Je zvláštne, ako kreatívna sila privádza celý vesmír naraz do poriadku.“

„Pozoruj na okamih svoju bežnú myseľ v bežný deň.“

„Odvážila by som si tipnúť, že Anon, ktorý napísal toľko básní bez toho, aby ich podpísal, bola často žena.“

„Existuje zvláštna schopnosť meniť fakty silou predstavivosti.“

„Pokiaľ nie som sama sebou, nie som nikto.“

“All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.”

“Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.”

“These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.”

“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”

“Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?”

“some we know to be dead even though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through all the forms of life; other are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six”

“The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.”

“anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.”

“She read everything.”

“Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.”

“And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.”

“I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.”

“They can because they think they can.”

“Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.”

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

“But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”

“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.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”

“Thoughts are divine.”

“Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.”

“My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.”

“Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.”

“How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?”

“The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- thinking too much.”

“The moment was all; the moment was enough.”

“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.”

“… clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.”

“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”

“… But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful…”