I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. |
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. |
I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it. |
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in. |
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose. |
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again -- as I always am when I write. |
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. |
If ever a human being got his work expressed completely, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded. . ., it was Shakespeare's mind. |
If every a human being got his work expressed completelu, it was Shakespeare. If ever a mind was incandescent, unimpeded . . ., it was Shakespeare' s mind. |
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure -- the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully? |
If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged |
If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? -- not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers? |
If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man, some think |
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people. |
If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or ''our'' country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits which I have not shared and probably will not share. |