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
british-author english-poet feeble force seems
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
poetry poet beacons-of-light
Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.
poet contemporary
The poet is always our contemporary.
problem poet lays
How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before biographers.
fall toss poet
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
women diversity poetry
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
writing prose-and-poetry poetry-is
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
wish lovers poet
And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover.
love women poet
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
altering aspect believe forever hence
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
book heart known leaves past shut title
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title
beyond literature minded opinion others reason strewn
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others
effort mind
They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.
adventure thinking attachment
For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. 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... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.