Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Not as oneself did one find rest ever, in her experience (she accomplished here something dexterous with her needles) but as a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“ne cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But if sleep it was, of what nature, we can scarcely refrain from asking, are such sleeps as these? Are they remedial… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest… — 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
“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
“Hail, happiness, then, and after happiness, hail not those dreams which bloat the sharp image as spotted mirrors do the face in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they… — 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
