My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning… — 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
Anecdote: A house that is rooted to one spot but can travel as quickly as you change your mind and is complete… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To enjoy freedom ... we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is from the middle class that writers spring, because, it is in the middle class only that the practice of writing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I like the copious, shapeless, warm, not so very clever, but extremely easy and rather coarse aspect of things; the talk of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same… — 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
