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
lonely heart moon
I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.
desire daily-life inarticulate
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
life lamps envelopes
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
pain together tears
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
eye mind vain
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
friendship best-friend real-friends
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
reading thinking heaven
Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.
writing people silence
I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.
notebook phrases stories
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?
thinking important too-much
The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- thinking too much.
freedom women reading
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.
life lying thinking
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
inspirational-life healing flow
I am rooted, but I flow.
insanity age veils
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.