How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood… — 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
I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Among the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story?… — 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
