Love Quotes by Virginia Woolf

Life's bare as a bone.

— Virginia Woolf

Use words that soak up life.

— Virginia Woolf

How can I express the darkness?

— Virginia Woolf

Soup is cuisines kindest course

— Virginia Woolf

One must love everything.

— Virginia Woolf

“Life and a lover”

— Virginia Woolf

To love makes one solitary.

— Virginia Woolf

Love had a thousand shapes.

— Virginia Woolf

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

— Virginia Woolf

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

— Virginia Woolf

It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.

— Virginia Woolf

“Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.”

— Virginia Woolf

“One does not love a place the less because one has suffered in it.”

— Virginia Woolf

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

— Virginia Woolf

I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.

— Virginia Woolf

All the time she writing the world had continued.

— Virginia Woolf

It's the writing, not the being read, that excites me. Joy is in the doing.

— Virginia Woolf

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in…

— Virginia Woolf

Conversation, fastidious goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will.

— Virginia Woolf

“Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences.”

— Virginia Woolf

“Anyhow, she thought, they are aware of each other; they live in each other; what else is love, she asked, listening to…

— Virginia Woolf

“To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now...”

— Virginia Woolf

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

— Virginia Woolf

“I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel.”

— Virginia Woolf

“I have a perfectly romantic and no doubt untrue vision of you in my mind – stamping out the hops in a…

— Virginia Woolf

“It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but,…

— 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

“But this question of love... this falling in love with women. Take Sally Seton; her relation in the old days with Sally…

— 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

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two…

— Virginia Woolf

“But love – don’t we all talk a great deal of nonsense about it? What does one mean? ... It’s only a…

— Virginia Woolf

“I am sitting up in bed: I am very very charming; and Vita is a dear old rough coated sheep dog: or…

— Virginia Woolf

“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which…

— Virginia Woolf

Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual…

— Virginia Woolf

“Sitting on the floor with her arm round Mrs. Ramsay's knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay…

— Virginia Woolf

“The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading.…

— Virginia Woolf

“It won't seem to you nonsense in ten years' time,' said Mrs. Hilbery. 'Believe me, Katharine, you'll look back on this these…

— Virginia Woolf

“Better is it', she thought, 'to be clothed with poverty and ignorance, which are the dark garments of the female sex; better…

— Virginia Woolf

“There is perhaps a kinship among qualities; one draws another along with it; and the biographer should here call attention to the…

— Virginia Woolf

Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is…

— Virginia Woolf