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
women diversity poetry
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
imagination facts strange
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
creativity order creative
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
pleasure share relish
For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
writing doe finals
Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does.
happiness beauty laughter
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
work father slavery
To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
funny humor programming
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
glowing romance together
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
birthday hard-work age
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
writing men hygiene
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
happiness taxi-cabs sea
She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.
running simple air
...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the air. Where to begin?--that was the question at what point to make the first mark? One line placed on the canvas committed her to innumerable risks, to frequent and irrevocable decisions. All that in idea seemed simple became in practice immediately complex; as the waves shape themselves symmetrically from the cliff top, but to the swimmer among them are divided by steep gulfs, and foaming crests. Still the risk must run; the mark made.
life happiness independent
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.