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
Old Madame du Deffand and her friends talked for fifty years without stopping. And of it all, what remains? Perhaps three witty… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement?… — 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
For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The comparison between Coleridge and Johnson is obvious in so far as each held sway chiefly by the power of his tongue.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope… — 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
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”) — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A very elementary exercise in psychology, not to be dignified by the name of psycho-analysis, showed me, on looking at my notebook,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In each of us two powers preside, one male, one female: and in the man's brain, the man predominates over the woman,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at… — 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
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 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