My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The comparison between Coleridge and Johnson is obvious in so far as each held sway chiefly by the power of his tongue.… — 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
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be… — 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
“The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.’ That will be useful.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I must try to set aside half an hour in some part of my day, and consecrate it to diary writing. Give… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force… — 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
