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Virginia Woolf

"Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"

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"Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"

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"Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft."

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"Whatever one of us blames in another, each one will find in his own heart."

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"Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't."

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"I think the most important thing for an artist is to not worry about what anybody else thinks. You just have to do what comes from your heart and your being and put it out there-that's true in any of the arts."

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"While we tediously check our weaponry before entering into battle, do we check our hearts? For without exception, that is the greatest weapon of all."

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"When mind stuck, entertain your heart."

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"Knock on the heart's emotions and its gates will be widely opened, but nock on reason and doubt will come charging at you."

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"She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it."

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"He should be very proud of Andrew if he got a scholarship, he said. She would be just as proud of him if he didn't, she answered. They disagreed always about this, but it did not matter. She liked him to believe in scholarships, and he liked her to be proud of Andrew whatever he did."
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"If Shakespeare had never existed, he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is today? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now that in the time of the Pharaohs?"
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"Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There is a brown pool on the table-it is running among your books and papers. Now you mop it up, clumsily, with your pocket-hankerchief. You then stuff your hankerchief back into your pocket-that is not Byron; that is so essentially you that if I think of you in twenty years' time, when we are both famous, gouty and intolerable, it will be by that scene: and if you are dead, I shall weep."
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"Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes."
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"No doubt we should be, on the whole, much worse off than we are without our astonishing gift for illusion."
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