But the close withdrew: the hand softened. It was over-- the moment. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down… — 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
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
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story?… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like… — 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
