Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time,… — 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
Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed… — 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
Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire,… — 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
This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole… — 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
