Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
O how blessed it would be never to marry, or grow old; but to spend one's life innocently and indifferently among the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we… — 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 called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was… — 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
