We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“(But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.)” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Conversation, fastidious goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“In all the books love is one of the great facts that mould human life. But it is a catastrophe: it happens… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It's the writing, not the being read, that excites me. Joy is in the doing. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She left the room without looking in the glass. From which we deduce the fact, he said to himself, as if he… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“But love – don’t we all talk a great deal of nonsense about it? What does one mean? ... It’s only a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are! For now that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The journey is everything. Most necessary of all, but rarest good fortune, we should try to find some man of our own… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What could be more serious than the love of man for woman, what more commanding, more impressive, bearing in its bosom the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are. — 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
