Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For the vision of a novelist is both complex and specialised; complex, because behind his characters and apart from them must stand… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour… — 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
it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It doesn't have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“There it lay in the early sunshine of spring. It looked a town rather than a house, but a town built, not… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“As summer neared, as the evening lengthened there came to the wakeful, the hopeful, walking the beach, stirring the pool, imaginations of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Why, from the very windows, even in the dusk, you see a swelling run through the street, an aspiration, as with arms… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape coloured upon the dark, but rather a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“That dream, of sharing, completing, of finding in solitude on the beach an answer, was then but a reflection in a mirror,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The looking-glass vision is of suprme importance because it charges the vitality; it stimulates the nervous system. Take it away and man… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Such are the visions which ceaselessly float up, pace beside, put their faces in front of, the actual thing; often overpowering the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I have a perfectly romantic and no doubt untrue vision of you in my mind – stamping out the hops in a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountain,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Hail, happiness, then, and after happiness, hail not those dreams which bloat the sharp image as spotted mirrors do the face in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And I, too, am dim to my friends and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Even his sleep was full of dreams. He dreamt as he had not dreamt since the old days at Three Mile Cross… — 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