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
creativity order creative
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
writing quality literature
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
art nature humans
Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.
brain madness scrap
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
reality disease phantoms
To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality.
fall toss poet
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
passion reflection brain
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?
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.
women occupation may
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
heart tolerance mind
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
life people triggers
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
creativity creative innovation
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
literature antagonist felt
And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.
thinking solitude needs
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.