How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Proust so titillates my own desire for expression that I can hardly set out the sentence. Oh if I could write like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Better is it', she thought, 'to be clothed with poverty and ignorance, which are the dark garments of the female sex; better… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She remembered how, as a young man, she had insisted that women must be obedient, chaste, scented, and exquisitely apparelled. "Now I… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
a novelist's chief desire is to be as unconscious as possible. He has to induce in himself a state of perpetual lethargy.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained --… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her? Why did they not have done with this searching and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us. To gallop intemperately; fall on the sand tired… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts… — 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
