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
discovery hands feelings
I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say “This is it”? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it — that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?
drawing mind receiving
The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.
children house anxiety
My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.
london walks
. . . to walk alone in London is the greatest rest.
writing joy
It's the writing, not the being read, that excites me. Joy is in the doing.
sleep night sea
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
fiction facts
The truer the facts the better the fiction.
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.