People only become writers if they can't find the one book they've always wanted to read. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about… — 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
Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in… — 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
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
For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the think veils of civilisation so wantonly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn... — 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
For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The current flows fast and furious. It issues in a spate of words from the loudspeakers and the politicians. Every day they… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If people are highly successful in their profession they lose their senses. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia… — 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
