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  • #1
    James Baldwin
    “I can't be a pessimist because I am alive. To be a pessimist means that you have agreed that human life is an academic matter. So, I am forced to be an optimist. I am forced to believe that we can survive, whatever we must survive.”
    James Baldwin

  • #2
    Virginia Woolf
    “I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #3
    Virginia Woolf
    “All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #4
    Virginia Woolf
    “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.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #6
    Virginia Woolf
    “As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #7
    Virginia Woolf
    “He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #10
    Virginia Woolf
    “Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #11
    Virginia Woolf
    “He sighed profoundly, and flung himself - there was a passion in his movements which deserves the word - on the earth at the foot of the oak tree. He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding; or the deck of a tumbling ship - it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced and amorous gales every evening about this time when he walked out. To the oak tree he tied it and as he lay there, gradually the flutter in and about him stilled itself; the little leaves hung, the deer stopped; the pale summer clouds stayed; his limbs grew heavy on the ground; and he lay so still that by degrees the deer stopped nearer and the rooks wheeled round him and the swallows dipped and circled and the dragonflies shot past, as if all the fertility and amorous activity of a summer's evening were woven web-like about his body.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #12
    Virginia Woolf
    “I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #13
    Vincent van Gogh
    “It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”
    Vincent Van Gogh

  • #14
    Vincent van Gogh
    “Close friends are truly life's treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.”
    Vincent van Gogh



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