I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness. — 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
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
I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Let it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Neither of us knows what the public will think. There's no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Happily, at forty-six I still feel as experimental and on the verge of getting at the truth as ever. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We scarcely want to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I am reading Henry James...and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else. — 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
