But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest… — 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
Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As a creator of character his peculiarity is that he creates wherever his eyes rest ... With such a power at his… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Am I alone in my egotism when I say that never does the pale light of dawn filter through the blinds of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. — 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 cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Though we see the same world, we see it through different eyes. Any help we can give you must be different from… — 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
