Virginia Woolf, Night And Day Quotes
She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose.
She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...
What is nobler, " she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty?