So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“To tell the truth about oneself, to discover oneself near at hand, is not easy.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Life for both sexes is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. More than anything... it calls for confidence in oneself...And how can we… — 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
