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
beach eye blue
She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!
religious cutting light
Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.
beautiful healing delight
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
men thinking long
As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.
mind insects fluttering
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.
imagination facts strange
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
love women poet
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
art imagination perception
To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.
pleasure share relish
For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
differences people heaven
It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that.
mind chaos absurd
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
patience waiting wells
Well, we must wait for the future to show.
illusion praise catastrophe
Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
running jugs subtle
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.