“What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads - for Nature seems, very oddly, to have provided us… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“being an artist: "And this susceptibility of theirs is doubly unfortunate , I thought, returning again to my original enquiry into what… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And so they would go on talking or rather, understanding, which has become the main art of speech in an age when… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Perhaps this is the strongest pleasure known to me. It is the rapture I get when in writing I seem to be… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Ah, but thinking became morbid, sentimental, directly one began conjuring up doctors, dead bodies; a little glow of pleasure, a sort of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“...she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour about poetry, or with Jane Austen… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“…the art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea…. It is on the back of an idea, something… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we—I mean all human beings—are connected with this; that the whole world is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The proper stuff of fiction” does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It cannot be denied that the most successful practitioners of the art of life, often unknown people by the way, somehow contrive… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Art is not a copy of the real world; one of the damn things is enough. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming. She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts if family life. She… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What is a woman? I assure you, I do not know ... I do not believe that anybody can know until she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We live in constant danger of coming apart. The mystery of why we do not always come apart is the animating tension… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A strange thing has happened - while all the other arts were born naked, this, the youngest, has been born fully-clothed. It… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
