So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To survive, each sentence must have, at its heart, a little spark of fire, and this, whatever the risk, the novelist must… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But the close withdrew: the hand softened. It was over-- the moment. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the… — 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
...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story?… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind. — 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
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm… — 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
