Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with 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 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
