“children never forget. For this reason, it was so important what one said, and what one did, and it was a relief… — 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
“Septimus has been working too hard" - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time,… — 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 now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt… — 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
...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the… — 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
“But for pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Let me now raise my song of glory. Heaven be praised for solitude. Let me be alone. Let me cast and throw… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions. — 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
