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
writing eye practice
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.
vision laying-down lighthouse
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.
brain madness scrap
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
heart writing wind
For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
wall window-panes space
With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.
artist order effort
The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.
feelings madness extremes
All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.
funny friendship death
I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.
counting wet havens
Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.
likes enthusiasm mood
But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
dust arches meteors
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
wine tongue lips
Language is wine upon the lips.
children growing-up long
They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.
freedom enjoy control-ourselves
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.