All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets! — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The streets seemed to chafe the very air...and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“and yet nobody of course was more dependent upon others (he buttoned his waistcoat); it had been his undoing. He could not… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.” — 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
“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
“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
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
“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
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
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
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
“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
“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“For one's children so often gave one's own perceptions a little thrust forwards.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the same… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
