“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only… — 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
