Virginia Woolf Quotes

Virginia Woolf Quotes.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Virginia Woolf
Fear no more, says the heart.
Virginia Woolf
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
Virginia Woolf
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Virginia Woolf
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
Virginia Woolf
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?
Virginia Woolf
The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.
Virginia Woolf
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
Virginia Woolf
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Virginia Woolf
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
Virginia Woolf
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Virginia Woolf
You send a boy to school in order to make friends – the right sort.
Virginia Woolf
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
Virginia Woolf
Why are women… so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
Virginia Woolf
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
Virginia Woolf
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
Virginia Woolf
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
Virginia Woolf