All Virginia Woolf Quotes
- The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be… Achieve
- To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to… Contemplate
- For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity… Abstractions
- Of course, literature is the only spiritual and humane career. Even painting tends to dumness, and music turns people erotic, whereas the more you write… Book
- All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage… All
- What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now… Casual
- The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl. Allowed
- He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his… Among
- Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. All
- I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. Better
- The interest in life does not lie in what people do, nor even in their relations to each other, but largely in the power to… Antagonistic
- The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the… Beneath
- Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes. Author
- Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a… Articulate
- I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you. All
- And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life. Alone
- For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of… Alone
- It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man. Art
- I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. Absurd
- Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences. Chance