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
phantom
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
convenient somebody term
I' is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.
british-author foreign gifts humour perish
Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
british-author english-poet feeble force seems
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
foreign gift humor perish
Humor is the first gift to perish in a foreign language.
brain brains buried machinery passion roaring soaring
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery -always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
discourse duty hand lecturer notebooks pages pure teaching truth wrap
The first duty of a lecturer is to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks and keep on the mantelpiece forever.
fiction money room woman
A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write fiction
british-author country woman
As a woman, I have no country. As a woman my country is the world.
british-author money room woman
A woman must have money and a room of her own.
peace war finding-the-one
We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
altering aspect believe forever hence
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
two silence chaos
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
wall blow blue
Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.