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
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can… — 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
Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some… — 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
and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often,… — 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
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
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred. — 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
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
What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that… — 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
I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.… — 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
Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known… — 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
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 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
“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
