We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The fact about contemporaries is that they're doing the same thing on another railway line: one resents their distracting one, flashing past,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I've just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It's perfectly peaceful here--they're playing bowls--I'd just put flowers in your room.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I was lying in bed this morning and saying to myself, 'the remarkable thing about Ethel is her stupendous self-satisfaction' when in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Do you know I get such a passion for reading sometimes its like the other passion -writing- only the wrong side of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There was a day when I liked writing letters -- it has gone. Unfortunately the passion for getting them remains. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I should like to write four lines at a time, describing the same feeling, as a musician does; because it always seems… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I have a perfectly romantic and no doubt untrue vision of you in my mind – stamping out the hops in a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I am sitting up in bed: I am very very charming; and Vita is a dear old rough coated sheep dog: or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Let us consider letters - how they come at breakfast, and at night, with their yellow stamps and their green stamps, immortalized… — 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
