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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Virginia Woolf
Love, Food, Sleep
1929 A Room of One's Own, ch.1.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Virginia Woolf
Life, Sleep, Insomnia
Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.64, Lulu Press, Inc

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

Virginia Woolf
Sleep, Draught, Fatigue
Virginia Woolf, Kate Flint (1999). “Jacob's Room”, p.90, Oxford University Press, USA

Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.

Virginia Woolf
Dream, Wine, Sleep
"The Common Reader". Book by Virginia Woolf, 1925.

Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf, this having done with the triumphs of youth, lost herself in the process of living, to find it with a shock of delight, as the sun rose, as the day sank. Many a time had she gone, at Barton when they were all talking, to look at the sky; seen it between peoples shoulders at dinner; seen it in London when she could not sleep. She walked to the window.

Virginia Woolf
Book, Sleep, Talking
Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.193, Broadview Press

Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?

Virginia Woolf
Sleep, People, Want
Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1789, Delphi Classics

The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness

Virginia Woolf
Sleep, Night, Sea
Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.112, Virginia Woolf

Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid. Just behind my shoulder-blades some dry thing, wide-eyed, gently closes, gradually lulls itself to sleep. This is rapture. This is relief.

Virginia Woolf
Flower, Wine, Sleep

We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

Virginia Woolf
Lying, Sleep, Cutting
Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1444, Delphi Classics

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

Virginia Woolf
Reading, Sleep, Hands
Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.166, Tyché

The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Virginia Woolf
Heart, Sleep, Thinking
1929 A Room of One's Own, ch.1.

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