1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan’t recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands.

It’s my choice, to choose how to live my life.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! – It may be you are losing your soul.

War is not women’s history.

The very stone one kicks with one’s boot will outlast Shakespeare.