1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

I read the book of Job last night, I don’t think God comes out well in it.

The thing about Proust is his combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut and as evanescent as a butterfly’s bloom.

For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime.

O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare’s sonnets!

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned – in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.

Once she knows how to read there’s only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.

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