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Virginia Woolf Quotes - Page 15

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I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Spring, Autumn, Thinking

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.102, Wordsworth Editions

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.

Country, Intelligent, Men

Virginia Woolf (1942). “The death of the moth: and other essays”

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

Wall, Blow, Blue

Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.165, Virginia Woolf

I like the copious, shapeless, warm, not so very clever, but extremely easy and rather coarse aspect of things; the talk of men in clubs and public-houses; of miners half naked in drawers the forthright, perfectly unassuming, and without end in view except dinner, love, money and getting along tolerably; that which is without great hopes, ideals, or anything of that kind; what is unassuming except to make a tolerably, good job of it. I like all that.

Jobs, Clever, Men

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.755, Wordsworth Editions

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

Musician, Done, Film

Virginia Woolf, David Bradshaw (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.175, Oxford University Press

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

People

It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.

Hatred, Soul, Monsters

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.12, Broadview Press

Finally, I would thank, had I not lost his name and address, a gentleman in America, who has generously and gratuitously corrected the punctuation, the botany, the entomology, the geography, and the chronology of previous works of mine and will, I hope, not spare his services on the present occasion.

Names, America, Gentleman

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1140, Delphi Classics

I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

Heart, Numbness, Break

Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.712, Wordsworth Editions

By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream

Dream, Travel, Book

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.630, Wordsworth Editions

Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.

Time, Age, Aging

Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.193, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

Vision, Laying Down, Lighthouse

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1130, Delphi Classics

To be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.

Happiness, Men, World

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.44, Virginia Woolf

Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.

Arrogant, Assuming, Commoners

Virginia Woolf, Michael H. Whitworth (2014). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.102, Oxford University Press, USA

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Boots, Stones, Kicks

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.33, Tyché

As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall.

Book, Fall, Writing

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Women, Diversity, Poetry

A Room of One's Own ch. 3 (1929)

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.

Book, Adventure, Hands

Virginia Woolf (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.311, OUP Oxford

All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.

Perfect, Months, September

Virginia Woolf (1990). “A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909”, Vintage

The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

Passion, Maps, London

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.70, Wordsworth Editions

In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.

Eye, Men, June

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.852, Delphi Classics

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

Writing, Prose And Poetry, Poetry Is

Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.61, Lulu Press, Inc

Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

Lying, Semblance

Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.119, Virginia Woolf

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Moving, Mind, Legs

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.571, Wordsworth Editions

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Past, Feet, Giving

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.110, Virginia Woolf

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