For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I should like to write four lines at a time, describing the same feeling, as a musician does; because it always seems… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Thus the British Empire came into existence; and thus - for there is no stopping damp; it gets into the inkpot as… — 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
If only she could put them together, she felt, write them out in some sentence, then she would have got at the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it seems to me that I shall never write out all the books I have in my head, because of the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Of course, literature is the only spiritual and humane career. Even painting tends to dumness, and music turns people erotic, whereas the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“These scenes, by the way, are not altogether a literary device - a means of summing up and making a knot of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page; that's what I call hard work. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She was almost felled to the ground by the extraordinary sight which now met her eyes. There was the garden and some… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Unpraised, I find it hard to start writing in the morning; but the dejection lasts only 30 minutes, and once I start… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire. — Virginia Woolf 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
“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
