Said Quotes by Virginia Woolf

I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.

— Virginia Woolf

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

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“Nothing need be said; nothing could be said.”

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“Clarissa said she would buy the flowers herself.”

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Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

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There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

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“It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.”

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I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

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And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute…

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The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme,…

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A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at…

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But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make…

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The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.

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“Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there…

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We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not…

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What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement?…

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For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in…

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The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or…

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She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her.…

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Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia…

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Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as…

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Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things…

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“(Every word they said now would be true.) Do say something, she thought, wishing only to hear his voice. For the shadow,…

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For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious…

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Old Madame du Deffand and her friends talked for fifty years without stopping. And of it all, what remains? Perhaps three witty…

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In each of us two powers preside, one male, one female: and in the man's brain, the man predominates over the woman,…

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A very elementary exercise in psychology, not to be dignified by the name of psycho-analysis, showed me, on looking at my notebook,…

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Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know…

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We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat.…

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The comparison between Coleridge and Johnson is obvious in so far as each held sway chiefly by the power of his tongue.…

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So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or…

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“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if…

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Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

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It was love, she thought, love that never clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets…

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Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope…

— Virginia Woolf