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
likes enthusiasm mood
But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
counting wet havens
Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.
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.
peace lasts faces
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...
plato eye vision
The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflict on the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life…
acquiescence intensity passive
I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.
book reading way
I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.
dream waking life-is
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
book giving expectations
Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning.
book fall writing
As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall.
dream our-dreams our-lives
He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
party giving silence
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
heart body want
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
years adequate strange
The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it.