Virginia Woolf Quotes
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Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.
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And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.
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The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.
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Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
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Does housekeeping interest you at all? I think it really ought to be just as good as writing and I never see where the separation between the too comes in. At least if you must put books on one side and life on the other, each is a poor and bloodless thing; but my theory is that they mix indistinguishable.
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These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
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Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
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For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
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I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.
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Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
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In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality.
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Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.
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I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.
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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.
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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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How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
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I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.
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it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams
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Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
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What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying
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Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
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Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
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In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance.
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When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre