“But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life. — 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 grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It would be a comfort, she felt, to lean; to sit down; yes, to lie down; never, never, never to get up… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She seemed determined to be human also; to like people, even though they were stupid.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Most of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one day at least of every year, was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the… — 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
“She had a sense of being past everything, through everything, out of everything, as she helped the soup. as if there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She felt as if things were moving past her as she lay stretched on the bed under the single sheet. But it’s… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But that any other eyes should see the residue of her thirty-three years, the deposit of each day’s living mixed with something… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown; there being no more marrying, no more having of children now,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She would not say of anyone in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young; at… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Since she was so unhappy, for weeks and weeks now, Rezia had given meanings to things that happened, almost felt sometimes that… — 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
“But she feared time itself... the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how, little the margin that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt… — 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
“What was the problem then? She must try t get hold of something that evaded her. It evaded her when she thought… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“That she held herself well was true; and had nice hands and feet; and dressed well, considering that she spent little. But… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?” — 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
