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Quote: She would not say of anyone that they were this or that. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She would not say of anyone that they were this or that.


Quote: As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand.


Quote: The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained -- at last! -- the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence -- the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained -- at last! -- the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence -- the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light.


Quote: What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.


Quote: For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.


Quote: It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.


Quote: 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 without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?


Quote: She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.


Quote: He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.


Quote: Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.


Quote: What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page; that's what I call hard work. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page; that's what I call hard work.


Quote: For, the outsider will say, in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For, the outsider will say, in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country.


Quote: The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The history of most women is hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence.


Quote: For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.


Quote: Fishing teaches a stern morality; inculcates a remorseless honesty. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Fishing teaches a stern morality; inculcates a remorseless honesty.


Quote: How remorseless life is! by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

How remorseless life is!






Quote: 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 spectral, like a ruby. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 spectral, like a ruby.


Quote: I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me.


Quote: O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets! by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!


Quote: A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.


Quote: To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their backs is still fresh, has an excitement no less delightful than the old excitement of the second-hand bookstall. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their backs is still fresh, has an excitement no less delightful than the old excitement of the second-hand bookstall.


Quote: The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.- black text on quotes background

The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.


Quote: All mists curl off the roof of my being. That confidence I shall keep to my dying day. Like a long wave, like a roll of heavy waters, he washes over me, his devastating presence -- dragging me open, laying bare the pebbles on the shore of my soul. It was humiliating. I was turned to small stones. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: All mists curl off the roof of my being. That confidence I shall keep to my dying day. Like a long wave, like a roll of heavy waters, he washes over me, his devastating presence -- dragging me open, laying bare the pebbles on the shore of my soul. It was humiliating. I was turned to small stones.- black text on quotes background

All mists curl off the roof of my being. That confidence I shall keep to my dying day. Like a long wave, like a roll of heavy waters, he washes over me, his devastating presence -- dragging me open, laying bare the pebbles on the shore of my soul. It was humiliating. I was turned to small stones.


Quote: You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.




Quote: Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels, he thought. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels, he thought.


Quote: You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad?


Quote: You have been in every way all that anyone could be.... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

You have been in every way all that anyone could be.... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.


Quote: Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.


Quote: I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices.


Quote: She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.


Quote: Perhaps then one reason why we have no great poet, novelist or critic writing today is that we refuse to allow words their liberty. We pin them down to one meaning, their useful meaning: the meaning which makes us catch the train, the meaning which makes us pass the examination. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

Perhaps then one reason why we have no great poet, novelist or critic writing today is that we refuse to allow words their liberty. We pin them down to one meaning, their useful meaning: the meaning which makes us catch the train, the meaning which makes us pass the examination.


Quote: 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 communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 communicate with a third party, antagonistic, enigmatic, yet perhaps persuadable, which one may call life in general.


Quote: Life was that -- humiliation, renunciation. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Life was that -- humiliation, renunciation.


Quote: The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.


Quote: Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.


Quote: For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together.


Quote: 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 into practice. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 into practice.


Quote: 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 of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: 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 of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.- black text on quotes background

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 of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.


Quote: Life allowed to waste like a tap left running. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Life allowed to waste like a tap left running.


Quote: 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 some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable -- - this interminable life. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable -- - this interminable life.


Quote: The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Here is the pen and the paper; on the letters in the wire basket I sign my name, I, I, and again I. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Here is the pen and the paper; on the letters in the wire basket I sign my name, I, I, and again I.


Quote: 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 finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflict on the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflict on the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life.


Quote: There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them.




Quote: For it would seem -- her case proved it -- that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For it would seem -- her case proved it -- that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.


Quote: The world has raised its whip; where will it descend? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?








Quote: Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words.


Quote: Youth so apt for pleasure that pleasure, one thought, must exist. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Youth so apt for pleasure that pleasure, one thought, must exist.




Quote: To enjoy freedom ... we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

To enjoy freedom ... we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose.


Quote: When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook--a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook--a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.






Quote: It is equally vain, she thought, for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you. The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It is equally vain, she thought, for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you. The light of truth beats upon us without shadow, and the light of truth is damnably unbecoming to us both.


Quote: To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again! by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!


Quote: If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man; some think even greater. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man; some think even greater.


Quote: It was jealousy that was at the bottom of it -- jealousy which survives every other passion of mankind. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It was jealousy that was at the bottom of it -- jealousy which survives every other passion of mankind.


Quote: The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantelpiece forever. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantelpiece forever.




Quote: She had done the usual trick -- been nice. She would never know him. He would never know her. Human relations were all like that, she thought, and the worst were between men and women. Inevitably these were extremely insincere. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She had done the usual trick -- been nice. She would never know him. He would never know her. Human relations were all like that, she thought, and the worst were between men and women. Inevitably these were extremely insincere.


Quote: If we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

If we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.


Quote: At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive of the wonder which always marks the transition from the imaginary world to the real world. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive of the wonder which always marks the transition from the imaginary world to the real world.


Quote: I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.


Quote: 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. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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.




Quote: For in marriage a little licence, a little independence there must
be between people living together day in day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she
him. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For in marriage a little licence, a little independence there must
be between people living together day in day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she
him.


Quote: As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall.


Quote: I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.


Quote: With the twelfth stroke of midnight, the darkness was complete. A turbulent welter of cloud covered the city. All was darkness; all was doubt; all was confusion. The eighteenth century was over; the nineteenth century had begun. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

With the twelfth stroke of midnight, the darkness was complete. A turbulent welter of cloud covered the city. All was darkness; all was doubt; all was confusion. The eighteenth century was over; the nineteenth century had begun.


Quote: 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 death has done to my world. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 death has done to my world.


Quote: They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.




Quote: He was to be the son of her old age; the limb of her infirmity; the oak tree on which she leant her degradation. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

He was to be the son of her old age; the limb of her infirmity; the oak tree on which she leant her degradation.


Quote: In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.


Quote: Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness, and what is your relation to the ever-changing and turning world. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness, and what is your relation to the ever-changing and turning world.


Quote: I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.




Quote: Scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

Scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed.


Quote: This I say is the present moment; this is the first day of the summer holidays. This is part of the emerging monster to whom we are attached. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

This I say is the present moment; this is the first day of the summer holidays. This is part of the emerging monster to whom we are attached.


Quote: Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover seeds of truth. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover seeds of truth.


Quote: The public and the private worlds are inseparably connected the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The public and the private worlds are inseparably connected the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.




Quote: He was thinking of himself and the impression he was making, as she could tell by the sound of his voice, and his emphasis and his uneasiness. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

He was thinking of himself and the impression he was making, as she could tell by the sound of his voice, and his emphasis and his uneasiness.


Quote: Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Illness is a part of every human being's experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.


Quote: Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall.


Quote: It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.


Quote: As a creator of character his peculiarity is that he creates wherever his eyes rest ... With such a power at his command Dickens made his books blaze up, not by tightening the plot or sharpening the wit, but by throwing another handful of people upon the fire. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

As a creator of character his peculiarity is that he creates wherever his eyes rest ... With such a power at his command Dickens made his books blaze up, not by tightening the plot or sharpening the wit, but by throwing another handful of people upon the fire.


Quote: If you drink the good wine of the noble countess, you have to entertain her less desirable friends. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

If you drink the good wine of the noble countess, you have to entertain her less desirable friends.


Quote: To survive, each sentence must have, at its heart, a little spark of fire, and this, whatever the risk, the novelist must pluck with his own hands from the blaze. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

To survive, each sentence must have, at its heart, a little spark of fire, and this, whatever the risk, the novelist must pluck with his own hands from the blaze.


Quote: 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 -- to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 -- to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.


Quote: 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 on and say This is it? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it -- that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: 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 on and say This is it? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it -- that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?- black text on quotes background

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 on and say This is it? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it -- that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?


Quote: Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.


Quote: There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

There is no room for the impurities of literature in an essay.


Quote: I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.


Quote: It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance.


Quote: Letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps -- who knows? -- we might talk by the way. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps -- who knows? -- we might talk by the way.


Quote: It is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams.




Quote: 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 brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

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 brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.


Quote: Alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.


Quote: For it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge.


Quote: But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.


Quote: So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.


Quote: I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.


Quote: But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.


Quote: 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 one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?


Quote: Even if fall she must, it was to lie on the earth and moulder sweetly into the roots of violets. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Even if fall she must, it was to lie on the earth and moulder sweetly into the roots of violets.


Quote: The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.


Quote: Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?


Quote: After that, how unbelievable death was! -- that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

After that, how unbelievable death was! -- that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant.


Quote: But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he , too, made that statement. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he , too, made that statement.


Quote: Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets.




Quote: The profound difference that divides the human race is a question of bait -- whether to fish with worms or not. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The profound difference that divides the human race is a question of bait -- whether to fish with worms or not.


Quote: Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.


Quote: 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. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.


Quote: 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 and the world's view of us. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 and the world's view of us.


Quote: The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness.


Quote: They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.


Quote: Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.


Quote: It was protective, on her side; sprang from a sense of being in league together, a presentiment of something that was bound to part them (they spoke of marriage always as a catastrophe), which led to this chivalry, this protective feeling which was much more on her side than Sally's. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: It was protective, on her side; sprang from a sense of being in league together, a presentiment of something that was bound to part them (they spoke of marriage always as a catastrophe), which led to this chivalry, this protective feeling which was much more on her side than Sally's.- black text on quotes background

It was protective, on her side; sprang from a sense of being in league together, a presentiment of something that was bound to part them (they spoke of marriage always as a catastrophe), which led to this chivalry, this protective feeling which was much more on her side than Sally's.


Quote: My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.




Quote: Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.


Quote: Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.


Quote: And even a tea party means apprehension, breakage. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

And even a tea party means apprehension, breakage.


Quote: 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 incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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 incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.


Quote: Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.


Quote: Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.


Quote: All the months are crude experiments, 
out of which the perfect September is made. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

All the months are crude experiments,
out of which the perfect September is made.


Quote: Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!


Quote: Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.


Quote: People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.


Quote: The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?


Quote: A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.


Quote: Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.


Quote: Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.


Quote: Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence.


Quote: Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.


Quote: I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.


Quote: I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.


Quote: Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.


Quote: It's my choice, to choose how to live my life. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.


Quote: I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.


Quote: Thinking is my fighting. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Thinking is my fighting.


Quote: A light here required a shadow there. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

A light here required a shadow there.


Quote: Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.


Quote: Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.






Quote: These errand-boys and furtive and fugitive girls who, ignoring their doom, look in at shop windows? But I am aware of our ephemeral passage. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

These errand-boys and furtive and fugitive girls who, ignoring their doom, look in at shop windows? But I am aware of our ephemeral passage.


Quote: I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember.






Quote: Oh, yes, dear reader: the essay is alive. There is no reason to despair. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Oh, yes, dear reader: the essay is alive. There is no reason to despair.


Quote: I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.


Quote: I begin to be impatient of solitude -- to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I begin to be impatient of solitude -- to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.


Quote: You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance till I am sick of the virtues, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance till I am sick of the virtues, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you.




Quote: Shakespeare} the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Shakespeare} the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.


Quote: Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then--our friends are not able to finish their stories. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then--our friends are not able to finish their stories.


Quote: As I write, there rises somewhere in my head that queer and very pleasant sense of something which I want to write; my own point of view. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

As I write, there rises somewhere in my head that queer and very pleasant sense of something which I want to write; my own point of view.


Quote: I like reading my own writing. It seems to fit me closer than it did before. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I like reading my own writing. It seems to fit me closer than it did before.


Quote: I sleep among ravishing illusions and wake to their burden. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I sleep among ravishing illusions and wake to their burden.


Quote: She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine . by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine .


Quote: Now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.


Quote: It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green.


Quote: But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.


Quote: To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion? by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?


Quote: She did in her own heart infinitely prefer boobies to clever men who wrote dissertations. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She did in her own heart infinitely prefer boobies to clever men who wrote dissertations.




Quote: And that is the time to read poetry ... when we are almost able to write it. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

And that is the time to read poetry ... when we are almost able to write it.


Quote: For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul's, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul's, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet.


Quote: And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.


Quote: They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote: They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.- black text on quotes background

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.


Quote: No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes.


Quote: Anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.


Quote: I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.


Quote: I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; the things people don't say. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; the things people don't say.


Quote: I will go down with my colours flying. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I will go down with my colours flying.


Quote: I have had my vision. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I have had my vision.


Quote: Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, without fear, without protest, without preaching. That was how Shakespeare wrote. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, without fear, without protest, without preaching. That was how Shakespeare wrote.


Quote: It has the permanent quality of literature. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

It has the permanent quality of literature.


Quote: He was a thorough good sort; a bit limited; a bit thick in the head; yes; but a thorough good sort. Whatever he took up he did in the same matter-of-fact sensible way; without a touch of imagination, without a sparkle of brilliancy, but with the inexplicable niceness of his type. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

He was a thorough good sort; a bit limited; a bit thick in the head; yes; but a thorough good sort. Whatever he took up he did in the same matter-of-fact sensible way; without a touch of imagination, without a sparkle of brilliancy, but with the inexplicable niceness of his type.


Quote: The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.' That will be useful. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.' That will be useful.


Quote: She was like a bird for speed, an arrow for directness. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

She was like a bird for speed, an arrow for directness.


Quote: 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, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of Virginia Woolf quote; white text on black background

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, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.


Quote: The winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

The winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason.




Quote: Dr. Holmes came again. Large, fresh coloured, handsome, flicking his boots, looking in the glass, he brushed it all aside-headaches, sleeplessness, fears, dreams-nerve symptoms and nothing more, he said. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Dr. Holmes came again. Large, fresh coloured, handsome, flicking his boots, looking in the glass, he brushed it all aside-headaches, sleeplessness, fears, dreams-nerve symptoms and nothing more, he said.


Quote: Marvelous are the innocent. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

Marvelous are the innocent.


Quote: 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; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

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; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.


Quote: I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. by author Virginia Woolf overlaid on photo of photo of author Virginia Woolf with quote

I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun.


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