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Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

Virginia Woolf
Beautiful, Winter, Voice
Virginia Woolf (2016). “Night and Day”, p.157, Virginia Woolf

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Virginia Woolf
Good Night, Winter, Sound
Virginia Woolf (2015). “Jacob's Room”, p.46, Booklassic

I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my attention. I would never cease to look around me and observe myself in relation to nature: either crystal clear skies and sun-melting afternoons, or foggy winter days and weirdly tinted nights. I would never cease to dream and stand by the window, ready to let the diversity of life pass freely through my skin; courageous enough to believe I stood a chance in devouring each shade of sensation. Or perhaps, immensely foolish to plainly - believe at all.

Virginia Woolf
Dream, Believe, Winter

But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!

Virginia Woolf
Beautiful, Eye, Winter
Virginia Woolf (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.303, OUP Oxford

What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.

Virginia Woolf
Heart, Adventure, Winter
Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2919, Delphi Classics

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