All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space ;… All
- Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness.… Alone
- I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the… All
- I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases. Down
- After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it… All
- The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features from faces. People… Any
- I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what… Alone
- There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death… Death
- Among the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories. Able
- I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for… All
- Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom,… Dim
- I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of… Body
- The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to… Aside
- But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love. Almost Indistinguishable
- Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out… Count
- We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red… Asleep
- One cannot bring children into a world like this. One cannot perpetuate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who have no lasting… Animal
- It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels. Inspirational
- Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in… All
- She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust. Crinkled
- 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 the… Added
- Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know… Agitate
- The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated… Bloomed
- Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry… Absurd
- But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them. Almost Impossible