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
thinking important too-much
The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- thinking too much.
children growing-up long
They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.
being-in-love people strange
But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.
wine tongue lips
Language is wine upon the lips.
flower mrs-dalloway said
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
heart brain matter
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
motivational women power
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
confidence love-yourself eye
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
women interesting feminism
Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
birthday time maturity
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
being-alone darkness invisible
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
friendship best-friend real-friends
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
book adventure hands
Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.
life lying thinking
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.