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In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Virginia Woolf
Life, Memories, Giving

Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today -- that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.

Virginia Woolf
Marriage, Memories, Writing

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

Virginia Woolf
Dream, Memories, Exquisite
Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1058, Delphi Classics

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
Running, Memories, Wind
Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.436, Wordsworth Editions

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.

Virginia Woolf
Sweet, Memories, Voice
Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.365, Wordsworth Editions

In certain favorable moods, memories -- what one has forgotten -- come to the top. Now if this is so, is it not possible -- I often wonder -- that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them?

Virginia Woolf
Memories, Independent, Mind

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