1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

But love...it's only an illusion. A story one makes up in one's mind about another person. And one knows all the time it isn't true. Of course one knows; why one's always taking care not to destroy the illusion.

Youth so apt for pleasure that pleasure, one thought, must exist

She came from the most worthless of classes - the rich, with a smattering of culture.

But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he , too, made that statement.

But here, none too soon, are the second-hand bookshops. Here we find anchorage in these thwarting currents of being; here we balance ourselves after the splendours and miseries of the streets.

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?

It was jealousy that was at the bottom of it - jealousy which survives every other passion of mankind...

These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the things one does not remember are as important; perhaps they are more important.

If life has a base that it stands upon, if it is a bowl that one fills and fills and fills - than my bowl without a doubt stands upon this memory.