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
eye writing practice
But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.
soul atmosphere earth
Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.
fall sea white
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.
boots stones kicks
The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.
spring autumn thinking
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
book reading thought-provoking
I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunk treasure.
growing-up order losing
Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.
years six form
some we know to be dead even though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through all the forms of life; other are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six
reading thinking heaven
Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.
mean reality feelings
How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
dark simple illumination
What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
writing way wells
The way to write well is to live intensely.
hate worship-you safety
I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?
humility dark men
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.