Quotes by Virginia Woolf

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

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

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

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

You send a girl to school in order to make friends the right sort.

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

Why, thought Mr. Ramsay, should she look at the sea when I am here?

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast

Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of t

By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

To love makes one solitary.

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters.

Life for both sexes is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. More than anything... it calls for confidence in oneself.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.

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

For if this young man were to write, he would write as a woman writes, so that one will never be able to tell his sex again.

The beauty of the world... has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

It is the nature of things to be uneven.

To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

A writer’s life is one of thinking. But thinking is a delicate matter. I think.

For it would seem — her case proved it — that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.

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

Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be a woman-manly or a man-womanly.

Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.

We are wretched, isolated, shut up in ourselves, never to be freed, the prisoner of a single life.

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.

The past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

Nothing is real until it is experienced.

I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time.

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

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

Death is the enemy. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

One cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.

Nothing has really happened until it has been described.

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

To the Lighthouse we go, it is always to the lighthouse that we go.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the sliding surface of a deep river.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Time passes, and the mind can no longer look at things in the simple way it did before.

I am rooted, but I flow.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to anybody but oneself.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

I can't even think of how I shall want you when it comes to that. Because it's all such a dream, that I sometimes wonder if it can really have happened.

Think like a genius, but express yourself like the common man.

If you want to write the story of your life, first you must create a life worth writing.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I feel that I am anchored on something, and that something gives way, and that I am going.

Real courage is the courage to be seen.

No man or woman of worth, no artist worth their salt, was ever happy doing work that stifled their souls.

One's self should never be concealed.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

Educate a man and you educate an individual, but educate a woman and you educate a family.

Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

No man ever becomes a fool unless he thinks he is wise.

All day I have been trying to find words for what this experience is like ... But it is no use. I cannot find any words that will not sound either inflated or sentimental or overstrained.

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