All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- 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
- Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf,… All
- Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure All
- About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone. Alone
- Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and… Brain
- Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most… Act