1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

The world is crammed with delightful things.

After that, how unbelievable death was! – that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

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

I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.

I want someone to sit beside after the day’s pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, and its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarrelling and reconciliation I need privacy – to be alone with you, to set this hubbub in order. For I am as neat as a cat in my habits.

You wish to be a poet; you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honestly of your intellect bring you to a halt.

It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.