If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Here I come to one of the memoir writer's difficulties -- one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing shakes my opinion of a book. Nothing -- nothing. Only perhaps if it's the book of a young person -- or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may well have as many… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our… — 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
“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
