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
If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I'm fundamentally, I think, an outsider. I do my best work and feel most braced with my back to the wall. It's… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the think veils of civilisation so wantonly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The proper stuff of fiction' does not exist; everything is the proper stuff of fiction, every feeling, every thought; every quality of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations ... — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she… — 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
“Like all feelings felt for oneself, Mrs. Ramsay thought, it made one sad. It was so inadequate, what one could give in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?…There is nobody—here among these grey arches, and moaning pigeons, and cheerful… — 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
It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...she felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the… — 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
