“I use my friends rather as giglamps : There's another field I see: by your light. Over there's a hill. I widen… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For there is a virtue in truth; it has an almost mystic power. Like radium, it seems to give off forever and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For if Chloe likes Olivia and Mary Carmichael knows how to express it she will light a torch in that vast chamber… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Henry James seems most entirely in his element, doing that is to say what everything favors his doing, when it is a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained --… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“to possess one single thing (it is Louis now) must waver, like the light in and out of the beech leaves; and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Now is life very solid or very shifting? I am haunted by the two contradictions. This has gone on forever; goes down… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“ there she looked out to meet that stroke of the Lighthouse, the long steady stroke, the last of the three, which… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She saw the light again. With some irony in her interrogation, for when one woke at all, one's relations changed, she looked… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“What people had had shed and left--a pair of shoes, a shooting cap, some faded skirts and coats in wardrobes--those alone kept… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is equally vain,” she thought, “for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald, a cave of pure green like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Am I alone in my egotism when I say that never does the pale light of dawn filter through the blinds of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exaltation. I am about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Other worshipful objects were content with worship; men, women, God, all let one kneel prostrate; but this form, were it only the shape of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's life -… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“It is so vast an alleviation to be able to point for another to look at. And then not to talk. To follow the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“For one's children so often gave one's own perceptions a little thrust forwards.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
