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Virginia Woolf Quotes - Page 30

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Anecdote: A house that is rooted to one spot but can travel as quickly as you change your mind and is complete in itself is surely the most desirable of houses. Our modern house with its cumbersome walls and its

Anecdote: A house that is rooted to one spot but can travel as quickly as you change your mind and is complete in itself is surely the most desirable of houses. Our modern house with its cumbersome walls and its foundations planted deep in the ground is nothing better than a prison and more and more prison like does it become the longer we live there, and wear fetters of a association and sentiment.

Wall, House, Mind

... I doubt the capacity of the human animal for being dignified in ceremony.

Animal, Doubt, Capacity

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4383, Delphi Classics

What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.

Heart, Adventure, Winter

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2919, Delphi Classics

What a comfort is friendship in this world.

Comfort, World, This World

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

Hate, Women, Heart

It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen's day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of woman's life is that.

Sex, Thinking, Fiction

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.614, Wordsworth Editions

... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.

World, Tyranny, Connected

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2851, Delphi Classics

All looked distant and peaceful and strange. The shore seemed refined, far away, unreal. Already the little distance they had sailed had put them far from it and given it the changed look, the composed look, of something receding in which one has no longer any part.

Distance, Peaceful, Looks

Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.128, Virginia Woolf

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.

Sunshine, Fog, Weather

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

Girl, Men, Balls

To the Lighthouse (1927) pt. 1, ch. 13

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!

Horse, Men, Hair

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.779, Wordsworth Editions

We insist, it seems, on living.

Seems

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.691, Wordsworth Editions

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Spring, Done, Toss

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.341, Wordsworth Editions

She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.

Wall, Doors, Hands

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1066, Delphi Classics

The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded.

Running, Wall, Eye

Virginia Woolf (1996). “Mrs Dalloway”, p.119, Wordsworth Editions

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

Reading, Sleep, Hands

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.166, Tyché

I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

Sadness, Arrows, Dull

She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke, (she did not mind that) a fortune, (she did not mind that) the safety and circumstance of married life, (she did not mind that) but life she heard going from her, and a lover.

Drawing, Safety, Mind

Virginia Woolf (1990). “Orlando: A Biography”, Chatto & Windus

So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.

Tattoo, Beach, Ocean

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.15, Virginia Woolf

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

Views, Orlando, Solitary

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.82, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.

Summer, Moon, Sky

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.82, Broadview Press

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

Air, Circles, Musical

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.129, Wordsworth Editions

No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path, and shows no disrespect to flowers, the way he wanders down an aisle, looking, lifting a paw, and approaching a pillar with a purpose that makes the blood run cold with horror ... a dog destroys the service completely.

Running, Dog, Flower

Virginia Woolf (2009). “Jacob's Room”, p.40, ReadHowYouWant.com

Books should stand on their own feet ... If they need shoring up by a preface here, an introduction there, they have no more right to exist than a table that needs a wad of paper under one leg in order to stand steady.

Book, Feet, Order

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.3591, Delphi Classics

To know whom to write for is to know how to write.

Writing, Know How, Knows

Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.167, Lulu Press, Inc

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