If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For it is a curious fact that though human beings have such imperfect means of communication, that they can only say 'good… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was love, she thought, love that never clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If behind the erratic gunfire of the press the author felt that there was another kind of criticism, the opinion of people… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, without fear, without protest, without preaching. That was how… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Here I come to one of the memoir writer's difficulties -- one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we—I mean all human beings—are connected with this; that the whole world is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I find that when I've seen a certain number of people my mind becomes like an old match box -- the part… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even… — 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
