Virginia Woolf Quotes
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Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.
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The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
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Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
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To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable.
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Life would split apart without letters.
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For nothing was simply one thing.
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I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
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Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with someone, up went her back like a cat's; or she purred.
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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
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The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
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And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.
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One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.
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You cannot lecture on really pure poetry any more than you can talk about the ingredients of pure water-it is adulterated, methylated, sanded poetry that makes the best lectures.
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Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.
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Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
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When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
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It is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent.
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Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.
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Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.
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I am rooted, but I flow.
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There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
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Neither of us knows what the public will think. There's no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to begin (at forty) to say something in my own voice; and that interests me so that I feel I can go ahead without praise.
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For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
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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!