Life Quotes by Virginia Woolf

Use words that soak up life.

— Virginia Woolf

Life's bare as a bone.

— Virginia Woolf

“Life and a lover”

— Virginia Woolf

“Knitting is the saving of life.”

— Virginia Woolf

Life stand still here.

— Virginia Woolf

We insist, it seems, on living.

— Virginia Woolf

How remorseless life is!

— Virginia Woolf

Oh, I am in love with life!

— Virginia Woolf

Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.

— Virginia Woolf

“Life was that — humiliation, renunciation.”

— Virginia Woolf

“I am suspended between life and death in an unfamiliar way”

— Virginia Woolf

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

— Virginia Woolf

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

— Virginia Woolf

“Possibly the greatest good requires the existence of a slave class.”

— Virginia Woolf

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

— Virginia Woolf

“I fear I shall be a clinger to the outsides of words all my life.”

— Virginia Woolf

“Joy's life in the doing (..) I mean it's the writing, not the being read that excites me.”

— Virginia Woolf

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged…

— Virginia Woolf

Why have I so little control? It is the case of much waste and pain in my life.

— Virginia Woolf

“…in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this…

— Virginia Woolf

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”

— Virginia Woolf

Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.

— Virginia Woolf

“It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way…

— Virginia Woolf

“Habits gradually change the face of ones life as time changes one's physical face;& one does not know it.”

— Virginia Woolf

The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or…

— Virginia Woolf

And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute…

— Virginia Woolf

It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with…

— Virginia Woolf

She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like…

— Virginia Woolf

“These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the…

— Virginia Woolf

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer…

— Virginia Woolf

“So the being grows rings; identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air…

— Virginia Woolf

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last,…

— Virginia Woolf

That perhaps is your task--to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience…

— Virginia Woolf

“Has the finger of death to be laid on the tumult of life from time to time lest it rend us asunder?…

— Virginia Woolf

“It seemed now as if, touched by human penitence and all its toil, divine goodness had parted the curtain and displayed behind…

— Virginia Woolf

“I lie back. It seems as if the whole world were flowing and curving — on the earth the trees, in the…

— Virginia Woolf

“So the days pass and I ask myself sometimes whether one is not hypnotised, as a child by a silver globe, by…

— Virginia Woolf

“And since a novel has this correspondence to real life, its values are to some extent those of real life. But it…

— Virginia Woolf

“The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth's part in life, and…

— Virginia Woolf

We read Charlotte Bronte not for exquisite observation of character, not for comedy, not for a philosophic view of life, but for…

— Virginia Woolf