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
space snow tree
He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.
tree ifs
Would there be trees if we didn't see them?
flower tree darkness
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
sweet dust tree
But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.
tree
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.
adventure glasses tree
There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.
beauty british-author cutting heart laughter
The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
convenient somebody term
I' is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.
british-author english-poet feeble force seems
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
phantom
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
casual dusty found group lights meant newspaper reality room saying scrap seem stamps
What is meant by ''reality''? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable -- now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying
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
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.
british-author country woman
As a woman, I have no country. As a woman my country is the world.