Beauty Quotes by Virginia Woolf

“When you are silent you are again beautiful.”

— Virginia Woolf

...But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

— Virginia Woolf

loveliness is infernally sad.

— Virginia Woolf

And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more exquisitely.

— Virginia Woolf

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

— Virginia Woolf

“...(for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)...”

— Virginia Woolf

“What they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.”

— Virginia Woolf

“He was afraid he did not understand beauty apart form human beings.”

— Virginia Woolf

For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

— Virginia Woolf

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

— Virginia Woolf

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the…

— Virginia Woolf

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

— Virginia Woolf

“Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there…

— Virginia Woolf

Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of…

— Virginia Woolf

“Through the open window the voice of the beauty of the world came murmuring, too softly to hear exactly what it said…

— Virginia Woolf

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for…

— Virginia Woolf

“Above all, you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say…

— Virginia Woolf

I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's…

— Virginia Woolf

“I see the mountains in the sky; the great clouds; and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something…

— Virginia Woolf

Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of…

— Virginia Woolf

Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say…

— Virginia Woolf

“Emerged from the tentative ways, the obscurities and dazzle of youth, we look straight in front of us, ready for what may…

— Virginia Woolf

“But beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty - it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life - froze…

— Virginia Woolf

“It’s on the field, it’s on the pane, it’s in the sky — beauty; and I can’t get at it; I can’t…

— Virginia Woolf

Henry James seems most entirely in his element, doing that is to say what everything favors his doing, when it is a…

— Virginia Woolf

“The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself…

— Virginia Woolf

“There they are. The extreme definiteness with which they stand, now a brilliant white, again yellow, and in some lights red, imposes…

— Virginia Woolf

“So, thought Septimus, looking up, they are signalling to me. Not indeed in actual words; that is, he could not read the…

— Virginia Woolf

“It seems comfortable to sink down on a sofa in a corner, to look, to listen. Then it happens that two figures…

— Virginia Woolf

“Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings,…

— Virginia Woolf

One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running…

— Virginia Woolf

“As for the beauty of women, it is like the light on the sea, never constant to a single wave. They all…

— Virginia Woolf

“in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting…

— Virginia Woolf