Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf
Adeline Virginia Woolf, known professionally as Virginia Woolf, was an English writer and one of the foremost modernists of the twentieth century...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 January 1882
CityLondon, England
beauty loveliness
loveliness is infernally sad.
lonely communication journey
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.
connections emotion
old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.
two imagination facts
Let it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously.
world delightful delightful-things
The world is crammed with delightful things
life-is remorseless
How remorseless life is!
literature records discontent
literature is the record of our discontent.
poet contemporary
The poet is always our contemporary.
reading air doors
reading [poetry], you know, is rather like opening the door to a horde of rebels who swarm out attacking one in twenty places at once - hit, roused, scraped, bared, swung through the air, so that life seems to flash by; then again blinded, knocked on the head - all of which are agreeable sensations for a reader (since nothing is more dismal than to open the door and get no response) ...
power dominion loathe
more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.
christian garden bells
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?
morning lying self
I was lying in bed this morning and saying to myself, 'the remarkable thing about Ethel is her stupendous self-satisfaction' when in came your letter to confirm this profound psychological observation. How delighted I was!
sleep people want
Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?
ghost-stories feelings our-love
How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?