“There was something solemn in it- but love and religion would destroy that, whatever it was, the privacy of the soul.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Above all, you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?—the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are! For now that… — 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
