Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are! — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with someone,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time. ... Women, then, have not… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Dance music ... stirs some barbaric instinct - lulled asleep in our sober lives - you forget centuries of civilization in a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a… — 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
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's… — 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 intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay… the essay must be pure--pure like water or pure like… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the… — 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
