8 Quotes by Virginia Woolf about communication


  • Author Virginia Woolf
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    A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

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    How, then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about people, sealed as they were? Only like a bee, drawn by some sweetness or sharpness in the air intangible to touch or taste, one haunted the dome-shaped hive, ranged the wastes of the air over the countries of the world alone, and then haunted the hives with their murmurs and their stirrings; the hives which were people.

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    Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts which are the most diseased; to conceal nothing; to pretend nothing; if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.

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    Here he was walking across London to say to Clarissa in so many words that he loved her. Which one does never say , he thought. Partly one's lazy; partly one's shy.

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    Он сидел рядом с миссис Рэмзи, и ему решительно нечего было ей сказать.– Простите, пожалуйста, – сказала миссис Рэмзи, наконец-то к нему поворачиваясь.Он себе показался пустым и жёстким, как ботинок, намокший и высохший – никак не втиснешь ногу. А ногу втиснуть придется. А из себя что-то выдавить.

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    Communication is health; communication is happiness. Communication, he muttered. 'What are you saying, Septimus?' Rezia asked, wild with terror, for he was talking to himself.

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    letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps - who knows? - we might talk by the way.

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