The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“London was like a machine. We were all being shot backwards and forwards on this plain foundation to make some pattern. The… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But everyone remembered; what she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an… — 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
![“Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her…” quote by Virginia Woolf](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/cde/virginia-woolf-49_aunt_anyone-who-has-the-temerity-to-write-abo_526627.jpg)
