Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.
More Quotes from Virginia Woolf:But this was one way of knowing people, she thought: to know the outline, not the detail, to sit in one's garden and look at the slopes of a hill running purple down into the distant heather.
Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends could only read the title, James Spalding, or Charles Budgeon, and the passengers going the opposite way could read nothing at all -- save ''a man with a red moustache,'' ''a young man in gray smoking a pipe.''
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
But the close withdrew: the hand softened. It was over-- the moment.
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?
One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that.
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