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Virginia Woolf

"I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter."

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"Illiteracy breeds more ignorance than you can ever imagine."

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"If your life is like a tragedy it is because you have been neglecting something - most likely yourself."

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"Washington has been ignoring this issue for too long."

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"Lost are many great commissions by such neglect."

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"Only fools neglect the living God " the Human Self, while running after imaginary shadows."

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"It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary."

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"When You Weren't Looking...why....Can't you...care...more...about...me."

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"Percy," my father said, "what exactly do you mean?" "Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents," I said. "They felt angry, resentful, and unloved, and they had a good reason."

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Akiroq Brost

"It felt bizarre to be ignored in general, much less by an embodiment of Aidan--who used to stare at her so hard that he'd run into trees."

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"What is a neglected child? He is a child not planned for, not wanted. Neglect begins, therefore, before he is born."

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Virginia Woolf
"The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second."

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Virginia Woolf
"It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality."

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Virginia Woolf
"The proper stuff of fiction does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon no perception comes amiss. And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her as well as honour and love her for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured."

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Virginia Woolf
"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."

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Virginia Woolf
"I have lost friends some by death ... others by sheer inability to cross the street."

Friendship

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Virginia Woolf
"The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness."

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Virginia Woolf
"They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say."

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Virginia Woolf
"Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified."

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Virginia Woolf
"Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going."

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Virginia Woolf
"Your image has receded till it is like the thinnest shadow of the old moon... a thin silver edge appeared, and now you hang like a sickle over my life."

Romance

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