Virginia Woolf Quotes

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?

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

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

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!

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

To love makes one solitary.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.