Death Quotes by Virginia Woolf

“I am suspended between life and death in an unfamiliar way”

— Virginia Woolf

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

— Virginia Woolf

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

— Virginia Woolf

“There was an embrace in death.”

— Virginia Woolf

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

— Virginia Woolf

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

— Virginia Woolf

I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.

— Virginia Woolf

“I have lost friends, some by death—Percival—others through sheer inability to cross the street.”

— Virginia Woolf

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual

— Virginia Woolf

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she…

— Virginia Woolf

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

— Virginia Woolf

“S úgy érezte, megint kettesben, szemtől szembe kerültek, ő maga s ellenfele, az élet.”

— Virginia Woolf

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

— Virginia Woolf

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer…

— Virginia Woolf

“How could any Lord have made this world?... there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor. There was no…

— Virginia Woolf

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this…

— Virginia Woolf

Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and…

— Virginia Woolf

“So there was no excuse; nothing whatever the matter, except the sin for which human nature had condemned him to death; that…

— Virginia Woolf

“Mr Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night…

— Virginia Woolf

Disastrous would have been the result if a fire or a death had suddenly demanded something heroic of human nature, but tragedies…

— Virginia Woolf

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to…

— Virginia Woolf

Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws…

— Virginia Woolf

Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual…

— Virginia Woolf

“But she had nothing. She had forbidden music. Grating her fingers in the bark, she damned the audience. Panic seized her. Blood…

— Virginia Woolf

It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame…

— Virginia Woolf

“A fine gentleman like that, they said, had no need of books. Let him leave books, they said, to the palsied or…

— Virginia Woolf

A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day…

— Virginia Woolf

“I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it; fame and missed it; love and not known it; life -…

— Virginia Woolf

Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates,…

— Virginia Woolf

“Has the finger of death to be laid on the tumult of life from time to time lest it rend us asunder?…

— Virginia Woolf

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no…

— Virginia Woolf

“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which…

— Virginia Woolf

“But everyone remembered; what she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it…

— Virginia Woolf

“But if sleep it was, of what nature, we can scarcely refrain from asking, are such sleeps as these? Are they remedial…

— Virginia Woolf

“and rocks and creaks and moans in the eternal breeze. Through all ages — when the pavement was grass, when it was…

— Virginia Woolf

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire,…

— Virginia Woolf

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the…

— Virginia Woolf

“We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”

— Virginia Woolf

There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death…

— Virginia Woolf

... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting,…

— Virginia Woolf