The good diarist writes either for himself alone or for a posterity so distant that it can safely hear every secret and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.… — 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
“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
