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Virginia Woolf Quotes - Page 3

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I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

Space, Mind, Spread

Virginia Woolf (1980). “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1925-1930”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

Healing, Overwhelmed, Found

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

Fire, Ideas, Able

Virginia Woolf, David Bradshaw (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.216, Oxford University Press

Above all you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness, and what is your relation to the ever-changing and turning world.

Mean, Carpe Diem, Vanity

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.618, Wordsworth Editions

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.

Women, Simple, Womanly

Virginia Woolf, Morag Shiach (1998). “A Room of One's Own: And, Three Guineas”, p.136

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

Acquiescence, Intensity, Passive

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4552, Delphi Classics

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Life, Memories, Giving

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

Beautiful, Broken

Virginia Woolf (2005). “The Waves”, p.148, Collector's Library

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Life, Order, Should

Virginia Woolf, Francine Prose (2003). “The Mrs. Dalloway reader”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

Motivational, Freedom, Self Control

And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.

Literature, Antagonist, Felt

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.306, Wordsworth Editions

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

Tree

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.331, Wordsworth Editions

If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.

Successful, Night, Sight

How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.

Lovely, World, Goodness

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories”, p.33, Courier Corporation

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.

Book, Healing, Hands

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

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

Motivational, Women, Power

A Room of One's Own ch. 2 (1929)

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

Intellectual, Materials, Depends

Virginia Woolf, Morag Shiach (1998). “A Room of One's Own: And, Three Guineas”, p.141

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.

Adventure, Thinking, Attachment

Virginia Woolf (1937). “To the Lighthouse”

Thoughts without words… Can that be?

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Life, Sleep, Insomnia

Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.64, Lulu Press, Inc

For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.

Difficulty, Communicate, Oneself

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2279, Delphi Classics

I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.

Book, Reading, Sound

Virginia Woolf, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1977). “A change of perspective”, Vintage

The way to write well is to live intensely.

Writing, Way, Wells

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

People, Soul, Unhappy

Virginia Woolf, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1977). “A change of perspective”, Vintage

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Men, Thinking, Long

Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.530, Wordsworth Editions

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