“For Love, for which we may now return, has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I've cared for heaps of people, but not to marry them' she said. 'I suppose I'm too fastidious. all my life I've… — 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! — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs. Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her? Why did they not have done with this searching and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is so beautiful, so exciting, this love, that I tremble on the verge of it, and offer, quite out of my… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For Love, to which we may now return, has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But Orlando was a woman — Lord Palmerston had just proved it. And when we are writing the life of a woman,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Mr Bankes expected her to answer. And she was about to say something criticizing Mrs Ramsay, how she was alarming, too, in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“and rocks and creaks and moans in the eternal breeze. Through all ages — when the pavement was grass, when it was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now...” — 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
