“The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exaltation. I… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A very elementary exercise in psychology, not to be dignified by the name of psycho-analysis, showed me, on looking at my notebook,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The train ran out into a steep green meadow and Jacob saw striped tulips growing and heard a bird singing, in Italy.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Here is nature once more at her old game of self-preservation. This train of thought, she perceives, is threatening mere waste of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The morning was hot, and the exercise of reading left her mind contracting and expanding like the main-spring of a clock, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“As a matter of fact, this effort at discipline had been helped by the interests of a difficult profession, but the old… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Sitting down on a bank to wait for my train, I thought then how we surrender, how we submit to the stupidity… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Life for most people compels the exercise of the lower gifts and wastes the precious ones, until it forces us to agree… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it seems to me that I shall never write out all the books I have in my head, because of the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and… — 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
