Quote#Wisdom
There is, let us confess it (and illness is the great confessional),…
Quote byVirginia Woolf · 1882–1941
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: On Being Ill (1926).
English (original)
There is, let us confess it (and illness is the great confessional), a childish outspokenness in illness; things are said, truths blurted out, which the cautious respectability of health conceals.
— Virginia Woolf
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