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Virginia Woolf Quotes about Heart

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Fear no more, says the heart.

Fear no more, says the heart.

Heart, Mrs Dalloway

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.39, Broadview Press

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Heart, Brain, Doe

"Selected Works of Virginia Woolf".

For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

Writing, Heart, Wind

Virginia Woolf (2015). “Orlando”, p.149, Booklassic

Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

Heart, Light, Treasure

Virginia Woolf (2015). “Monday or Tuesday”, p.5, Virginia Woolf

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

Heart, Body, Want

Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.175, Virginia Woolf

I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.

Lonely, Heart, Moon

Virginia Woolf (1976). “The Waves”, Chatto & Windus

What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like a voyager who touches another planet with the tip of his toe, upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment.

Heart, Giving, Glimpse

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

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

Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall

Fall, Heart, Sea

Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.39, Broadview Press

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.

Fashion, Heart, Views

Virginia Woolf (1995). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.92, Wordsworth Editions

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Heart, Tolerance, Mind

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.501, Wordsworth Editions

to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.

Writing, Heart, Flags

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

Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown?

Heart, Elderly, Air

Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.139, Virginia Woolf

Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.

Heart, Epic, Men

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Heart, Body, Graves

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.772, Delphi Classics

Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

Heart, Soul, Shadow

Virginia Woolf (2014). “Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories”, p.30, Simon and Schuster

To survive, each sentence must have, at its heart, a little spark of fire, and this, whatever the risk, the novelist must pluck with his own hands from the blaze.

Heart, Fire, Hands

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.3635, Delphi Classics

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

Heart, Sea, Purple

Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.506, Delphi Classics

Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

Happiness, Heart, Light

Virginia Woolf (2015). “Monday or Tuesday”, p.5, Virginia Woolf

He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding, or the deck of a tumbling ship -- it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced and amorous gales every evening about this time when he walked out.

Summer, Horse, Heart

Virginia Woolf (2014). “Orlando”, p.8, Lettere Animate Editore

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

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

Hate, Women, Heart

The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Heart, Sleep, Thinking

1929 A Room of One's Own, ch.1.

The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Heart, Tolerance, Mind

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