I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story?… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her… — 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
