Dreams Quotes by Virginia Woolf

“Oh, to awake from dreaming!”

— Virginia Woolf

I have had my vision.

— Virginia Woolf

I will dream today; for I must unscrew my head somehow.

— Virginia Woolf

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

— Virginia Woolf

It doesn't have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down.

— Virginia Woolf

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

— Virginia Woolf

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

— Virginia Woolf

“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”

— Virginia Woolf

it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams

— Virginia Woolf

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

— Virginia Woolf

“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.”

— Virginia Woolf

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our…

— Virginia Woolf

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

— Virginia Woolf

The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or…

— Virginia Woolf

“I have a perfectly romantic and no doubt untrue vision of you in my mind – stamping out the hops in a…

— Virginia Woolf

Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And I, too, am dim to my friends and…

— Virginia Woolf

“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

“Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens…

— Virginia Woolf

“For the vision of a novelist is both complex and specialised; complex, because behind his characters and apart from them must stand…

— Virginia Woolf

“Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies…

— Virginia Woolf

“But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape coloured upon the dark, but rather a…

— Virginia Woolf

“As summer neared, as the evening lengthened there came to the wakeful, the hopeful, walking the beach, stirring the pool, imaginations of…

— Virginia Woolf

“Even his sleep was full of dreams. He dreamt as he had not dreamt since the old days at Three Mile Cross…

— Virginia Woolf

Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before…

— Virginia Woolf

“I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir…

— Virginia Woolf

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this…

— Virginia Woolf

“Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before…

— Virginia Woolf

The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features…

— Virginia Woolf

“When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountain,…

— Virginia Woolf

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

...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

“That dream, of sharing, completing, of finding in solitude on the beach an answer, was then but a reflection in a mirror,…

— 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

“Why, from the very windows, even in the dusk, you see a swelling run through the street, an aspiration, as with arms…

— Virginia Woolf

“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour…

— Virginia Woolf

“Hail, happiness, then, and after happiness, hail not those dreams which bloat the sharp image as spotted mirrors do the face in…

— Virginia Woolf

“There it lay in the early sunshine of spring. It looked a town rather than a house, but a town built, not…

— Virginia Woolf

Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind…

— Virginia Woolf

“Such are the visions which ceaselessly float up, pace beside, put their faces in front of, the actual thing; often overpowering the…

— Virginia Woolf