They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking. — 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
For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages… — 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