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I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

Virginia Woolf
Giving, Solitude, Want
Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.38, Virginia Woolf

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Virginia Woolf
Solitude, Clumsiness
Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.407, Wordsworth Editions

For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.

Virginia Woolf
Thinking, Solitude, Needs
Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.58, Tyché

...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again.

Virginia Woolf
Morning, Solitude, Looks

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

Virginia Woolf
Solitude, Undoing
Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1411, Delphi Classics

So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.

Virginia Woolf
Writing, Sea, Solitude
Virginia Woolf (1981). “Mrs. Dalloway”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P

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