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Virginia Woolf Quotes - Page 5

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But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful,

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.

Beautiful, Dark, Self

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories”, p.28, Courier Corporation

You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort.

School, Boys, Order

Virginia Woolf, Anne Olivier Bell (1977). “1920-1924”, Chatto & Windus

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Self, Sick, Want

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.548, Wordsworth Editions

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Beauty, Beautiful, Time

Virginia Woolf (1980). “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1925-1930”, Chatto & Windus

My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.

Happiness, Mind, Way

Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.163, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

Giving, Solitude, Want

Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.38, Virginia Woolf

A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning.

Life, Shade, Too Short

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.903, Delphi Classics

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

Funny, Friendship, Death

Language is wine upon the lips.

Wine, Tongue, Lips

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Wise, Mother, Writing

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

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

Beautiful, Winter, Voice

Virginia Woolf (2016). “Night and Day”, p.157, Virginia Woolf

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.

Discovery, Miracle, Perpetual

Virginia Woolf (2015). “The Years”, p.329, Booklassic

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

Peace, War, Finding The One

Virginia Woolf, Morag Shiach (1998). “A Room of One's Own: And, Three Guineas”, p.366

How can I express the darkness?

Darkness, Chaos

Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.123, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Words belong to each other.

Virginia Woolf, David Bradshaw (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.88, Oxford University Press

A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.

Insanity, Age, Veils

Virginia Woolf (1984). “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1936-1941”, Harcourt

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.

Art, Nature, Humans

Virginia Woolf (1990). “A moment's liberty: the shorter diary”, Vintage

One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.

Writing, Sea, Bottom

Virginia Woolf (1981). “Mrs. Dalloway”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P

I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.

Writing, People, Silence

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.194, Delphi Classics

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Heart, Brain, Doe

"Selected Works of Virginia Woolf".

For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.

Pleasure, Share, Relish

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2283, Delphi Classics

As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better.

Hate, Writing, Letters

Virginia Woolf (1975). “The letters of Virginia Woolf”

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

Party, Giving, Silence

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Dream, Our Dreams, Our Lives

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.497, Wordsworth Editions

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Love, Women, Poet

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.266, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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