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  • It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Virginia Woolf Quotes , Hatred Quotes , Soul Quotes
  • When an idea is just rising on the horizon, the soul's temperature with respect to it is usually very cold. Only gradually does the idea develop its warmth, and it is hottest (which is to say, exerting its greatest influence) when belief in the idea is already once again in decline.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes , Ideas Quotes , Soul Quotes