Virginia-woolf Quotes

The Waves is an extraordinary achievement ... It is trembling on the edge. A little less - and it wo...

But what if, either by choice or by reluctant necessity, you end up not participating in this comfor...

How many people have I heard claim their children as the greatest accomplishment and comfort of thei...

The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helt...

As summer neared, as the evening lengthened there came to the wakeful, the hopeful, walking the beac...

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and...

The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.

That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if...

Shakespeare is getting flyblown; a paternal government might well forbid writing about him, as they ...

Flinging himself from his horse, he made, in his rage, as if he would breast the flood. Standing kne...

Does it explain my astonishment the other day when Z, most humane, most modest of men, taking up som...

Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start....

I find myself saying briefly and prosaically that it is much more important to be oneself than anyth...

I should never be able to fulfill what is,I understand, the first duty of a lecturer-to hand you aft...

However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs...

My belief is that if we live another century or so — I am talking of the common life which is the re...

Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.

She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...

anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant en...

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another.

Here she tossed her foot impatiently, and showed an inch or two of calf. A sailor on the mast, who h...

And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly...

[Shakespeare} the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up drippin...

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were b...

I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their st...

Something now leaves me; something goes from me to meet that figure who is coming, and assures me th...

Life, how I have dreaded you," said Rhoda, "oh, human beings, how I have hated you! How you have nud...

Either I shall find it, or I shall not find it. I examine my note-case. I look in all my pockets. Th...

When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountai...

For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat,...

Feelings that would not have disgraced a leader who, now that the snow has begun to fall and the mou...

It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black...