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
flower wine sleep
Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid. Just behind my shoulder-blades some dry thing, wide-eyed, gently closes, gradually lulls itself to sleep. This is rapture. This is relief.
sex opposites clothes
Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.
time plot
Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.
dream night self
Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a complete thing, I have to recall things gone far, gone deep, sunk into this life or that and become part of it; dreams, too, things surrounding me, and the inmates, those old half-articulate ghosts who keep up their hauntings by day and night... shadows of people one might have been; unborn selves.
love thinking fiction
I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.
artist rooms needs
All artists need a room of their own
tree
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
running tombstone cutting
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it.
sea water depth
The depths of the sea are only water after all.
sunshine fog weather
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
choices living-my-life
It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.
two silence chaos
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
chaos longing
Only longing can fill with more of itself.
darkness chaos
How can I express the darkness?