Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If behind the erratic gunfire of the press the author felt that there was another kind of criticism, the opinion of people… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's… — 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
The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I like the copious, shapeless, warm, not so very clever, but extremely easy and rather coarse aspect of things; the talk of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But Sasha was from Russia, where the sunsets are longer, the dawns less sudden and sentences are often left unfinished from doubt… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Walden - all his books, indeed - are packed with subtle, conflicting, and very fruitful discoveries. They are not written to prove… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But Sasha who after all had no English blood in her but was from Russia where the sunsets are longer, the dawns… — 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
