Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading.… — 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
Happily, at forty-six I still feel as experimental and on the verge of getting at the truth as ever. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In each of us two powers preside, one male, one female: and in the man's brain, the man predominates over the woman,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In certain favorable moods, memories -- what one has forgotten -- come to the top. Now if this is so, is it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even… — 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
