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
violet woven said
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
horse men hair
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
skeletons effort habit
Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame
mean reality feelings
If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?
olivia chloe may
Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.
reading book reading-books
Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.
giving solitude want
I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.
solitude undoing
But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
tragedy hungry hours
Tragedies come in the hungry hours.
fighting impossible humans
It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.
ocean night earth
They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.
love-life
Oh, I am in love with life!
book thinking forever
Wat a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the table laden with books. I looked in and sniffed them all. I could not resist carrying this one off and broaching it. I think I could happily live here and read forever.
beautiful want prose
And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more exquisitely.