One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is… — 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
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“...and to forget one's own sharp absurd little personality, reputation and the rest of it, one should read; see outsiders; think more;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“That silence is more profound after noise still wants the confirmation of science. But that loneliness is more apparent directly after one… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences. — 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
“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a… — 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
“We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Empty, empty, empty; silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Unpraised, I find it hard to start writing in the morning; but the dejection lasts only 30 minutes, and once I start… — 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