All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical… Always Broke
- One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair, that's a table,… Brush
- Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it. Beauty
- ...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely… Asleep
- She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking… Adventurous
- At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society… Concoction
- Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the… Air
- Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world… Change
- No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the… Believe
- He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds;… All
- He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink. Beautiful
- It was the intimacy, a sort of spiritual suppleness, when mind prints upon mind indelibly. Indelibly
- Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long… Creates
- Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand… All
- But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the… Beautiful
- The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare. Boot
- So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours,… Age
- The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Eye
- There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the… Change
- madam," the man cried, leaping to the ground, "you're hurt!" "I'm dead, sir!" she replied. A few minutes later, they became engaged. Became
- For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which,… Arms
- It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths… Any
- Half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew for no… Half
- To love makes one solitary. Funny
- It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning. Inspirational