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
literature statements
That complete statement which is literature.
beautiful half paradox
If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.
character december changed
On or about December 1910, human character changed.
book hands together
To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their backs is still fresh, has an excitement no less delightful than the old excitement of the second-hand bookstall.
letters puppy bones
I was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone.
soup ducklings novelists
It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance...
home house lunatic-asylums
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
flower
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
blood bricks goddess
Conversation, fastidious goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will.
ocean emotion ends
There'll be oceans of talk and emotions without end.
perfect months september
All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.
country
As a woman, I have no country
weed lying night
I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?
book taken cutting
Walden - all his books, indeed - are packed with subtle, conflicting, and very fruitful discoveries. They are not written to prove something in the end. They are written as the Indians turn down twigs to mark their path through the forest. He cuts his way through life as if no one had ever taken that road before, leaving these signs for those who come after, should they care to see which way he went.