The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It was love, she thought, love that never clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To evade such temptations is the first duty of the poet. For as the ear is the antechamber to the soul, poetry… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
That perhaps is your task--to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For the philosopher is right who says that nothing is thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Without those forerunners, Jane Austen and the Brontes and George Eliot could no more have written than Shakespeare could have written without… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The one she needed most kept aloof, for she was, to hear her talk, changing her selves as quickly as she drove… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Her thoughts became mysteriously tightened and strung up as if a piano tuner had put his key in her back and stretched… — 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
