Virginia Woolf Quotes

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

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness — I am nothing.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

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

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?