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
hurt pain mean
It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together
perfect dancer brave
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the truth of the story? have you heard the news? life in the capital is wonderful; the Russian dancers....' These are our stays and props. These lace our days together and make of life a perfect globe.
sea genius dripping
The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.
success sight people
If people are highly successful in their profession they lose their senses. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. They lose their sense of proportion.
love interesting people
Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual coming of death. As people describe love. To note every symptom of failure: but why failure? To treat age as an experience that is different from the others; and to detect every one of the gradual stages towards death which is a tremendous experience, an not as unconscious, at least in its approaches, as death is.
play support soul
Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.
beautiful eye winter
But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!
sex thinking fiction
It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen's day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of woman's life is that ...
writing thinking mood
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.
people too-much jelly
One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.
writing mind excellence
A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.
time space childhood
That great Cathedral space which was childhood.
essence giving mind
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.
integrity facts process
Facts must be manipulated; some must be brightened; others shaded; yet, in the process, they must never lose their integrity.