We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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
“Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry. — 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 very reason why the poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one used… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She was married, true; but if one's husband was always sailing round Cape Horn, was it marriage? If one liked him, was… — 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
“Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds, of rainbow and granite,… — 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
The English tourist in American literature wants above all things something different from what he has at home. For this reason the… — 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?” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“How, in so short a time, she had passed from intoxication to disgust we will only seek to explain by supposing that… — 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
“For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unanswered. I shall send him poems and… — 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
“So then he tried saying the grass is green and the sky is blue and so to propitiate the austere spirit of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?” — 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
“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
