One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one… — 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
I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no… — 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
