1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one's perceptions, half way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh?

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

But I maintain that she would come if we worked for her, and that so to work, even in poverty and obscurity, is worth while.

Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

I’ll be blasted’, he said, ‘if I ever write another word, or try to write another word, to please Nick Greene or the Muse. Bad, good, or indifferent, I’ll write, from this day forward, to please myself

A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.