“I should never be able to fulfill what is,I understand, the first duty of a lecturer-to hand you after an hour's discourse… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Clive with his tongue well-loosened, imagine my horror when he suddenly said, 'I wonder if I dare ask Vita a very indiscreet… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“Books, she thought, grew of themselves. She never had time to read them. Alas! even the books that had been given her,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Feelings that would not have disgraced a leader who, now that the snow has begun to fall and the mountain-top is covered… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Like a little warm coal in my heart burns your saying that you miss me. I miss you oh so much. How… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“Shakespeare is getting flyblown; a paternal government might well forbid writing about him, as they put his monument at Stratford beyond the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time’s clock with one blow. Come closer.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is extremely difficult to say with any sense at all of adequacy what To the Lighthouse is all about.” — Arnold Kettle Copy Share Image
“Must, must, must — detestable word. Once more, I who had thought myself immune, who had said, "Now I am rid of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I was immensely moved by this novel when I read it recently and yet I cannot think of anything to say about… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“In your modesty you seem to consider that writers are of different blood and bone from yourselves; that they know more of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all through… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
