He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life. - Virginia Woolf, Orlando
"He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."
"He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."
"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."
"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."
"Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence."
"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?"
"A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen."