All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately. Book
- Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There… Among
- Life stand still here. Crafts
- Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision. Brush
- What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation… All
- What a lark! What a plunge! Inspirational
- I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual Breaking
- Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that… Fingers
- Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths… Blurted
- But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm. Anyone
- Books are the mirrors of the soul. Book
- Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read. Begin
- I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street. Cross
- For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn... Dawn
- For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of… Adventure
- That perhaps is your task--to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your… Absorb
- ...the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon… Another Like
- Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my… Bolt
- To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable. Carried
- ...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow twenty years ago;… Ago
- With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she… Arm
- Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people… Alseep
- He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence. Basking
- Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on… Absolutely
- He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams. Dream