I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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(for one must be scientific, above all scientific)
Virginia Woolf - Mrs Dalloway
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of these terrible times again and I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can’t concentrate. So I’m doing what seems to be the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I’m spoiling your life and without me you could work, and you will, I know. You see, I can’t even write this properly. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me. And incredibly good. Everything is gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Virginia Woolf - The Hours
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It was a splendid morning, too. Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets. There was no fumbling - no hesitation.
Virginia Woolf - Mrs Dalloway
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