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
Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But for us the tragedy was but just beginning; as in the case of other wounds the pain was drugged at the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And indeed, it cannot be denied that the most successful practitioners of life, often unknown people by the way, somehow contrive to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“We were quite naturally unhappy; feeling a definite need, unbearably keen at moments, which was never to be satisfied. But that was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“the time coming when I can endure to read my own writing in print without blushing—shivering and wishing to take cover?” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For if there are (at a venture) seventy-six different times all ticking in the mind at once, how many different people are… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The writer has us by the hand, forces us along her road, makes us see what she sees, never leaves us for… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“But she feared time itself... the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how, little the margin that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I hate the small looking-glass on the stairs," said Jinny. "It shows our heads only; it cuts off our heads...So I skip… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“If it is true that there are books written to escape from the present moment, and its meanness and its sordidity, it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“To give a truthful account of London society at that or indeed at any other time, is beyond the powers of the… — 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
