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Virginia Woolf Quotes about Spring

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It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing is as natural and habitual as hoeing a field or building a house.

It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing is as natural and habitual as hoeing a field or building a house.

Virginia Woolf
Spring, Writing, Practice
Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.344, Lulu Press, Inc

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Virginia Woolf
Spring, Autumn, Thinking
Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.102, Wordsworth Editions

I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.

Virginia Woolf
Spring, Eye, Past
Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.82, Virginia Woolf

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Virginia Woolf
Spring, Done, Toss
Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.341, Wordsworth Editions

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