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Virginia Woolf Quotes - Page 8

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A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

Women, Writing, Words Of Wisdom

A Room of One's Own ch. 1 (1929)

Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.

Real, Character, Men

Virginia Woolf (2017). “Moments Of Being”, p.100, Random House

Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can't dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than any words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.

Morning, Simple, Sight

Virginia Woolf, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1975). “The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1923-1928”, Harcourt on Demand

This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

Peace, War, Women

A Room of One's Own ch. 4 (1929)

Dance music ... stirs some barbaric instinct - lulled asleep in our sober lives - you forget centuries of civilization in a second, & yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.

Passion, Yield, Civilization

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

Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.

Sex, Mind, Looks

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.859, Wordsworth Editions

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.

Eye, Tragedy, Married

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.902, Delphi Classics

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

Frail

Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.69, Virginia Woolf

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

Phrases, Wander, Single Word

Virginia Woolf (2005). “The Waves”, p.13, Collector's Library

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

Illusion, Praise, Catastrophe

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.572, Wordsworth Editions

If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women.

Reality, Men, World

Virginia Woolf, Morag Shiach (1998). “A Room of One's Own: And, Three Guineas”, p.149

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

Feelings, One Day, Mrs Dalloway

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.132, Wordsworth Editions

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

Funny, Humor, Programming

Biography/Personal Quotes, www.imdb.com.

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

Soul, Atmosphere, Earth

Virginia Woolf, Michael H. Whitworth (2014). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.119, Oxford University Press, USA

To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.

Art, Imagination, Perception

Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.375, Lulu Press, Inc

War is not women's history.

Inspiring, War, Empowering

All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are sides, and it is necessary for one side to beat another side.

Sex, School, Feminist

Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.628, Wordsworth Editions

If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?

Mean, Reality, Feelings

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.445, Delphi Classics

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

Funny, Art, Pain

Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.756, Wordsworth Editions

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

Penalties

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.371, Wordsworth Editions

literature is the record of our discontent.

Records, Literature, Discontent

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2014, Delphi Classics

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

Writing, Soul, Secret

Virginia Woolf, Michael H. Whitworth (2014). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.122, Oxford University Press, USA

Life would split apart without letters.

Splits, Letters

I will go down with my colours flying.

Color, Flying

"A Writer's Diary: Being Extracts from the Diary of Virginia Woolf".

It's my choice, to choose how to live my life.

Choices, Living My Life

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