All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies,… Alone
- It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that. Differences
- Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to… Alike
- Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so… Black
- No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object… Always Missed
- Fear no more, says the heart... Fear
- This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw… Answer
- And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one. Exciting
- If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don’t admit to… Admit
- My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom… Anxiety
- I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands… Almost Everything
- The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a… Air
- The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no… Account
- I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The… Adventuring
- Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths,… Anybody
- How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and… Add
- She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was… All
- But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him-… Add
- Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written… Animal
- And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. Inspirational
- They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within. Book
- The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one… Account
- She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell and she had felt that was true of… Cell
- what she loved: life, London, this moment of june. Inspirational
- By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us… Dream