1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

So the being grows rings; identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung with a purpose--so it seems.

… Dumnezeu știe de ce, chiar în clipa în care ne-am pierdut încrederea în legăturile dintre oameni, niște acareturi așezate la întîmplare, un pîlc de arbori, o claie de fîn sau o căruță ne oferă un simbol atît de desăvîrșit al idealului de neatins, încît ne reîncepem iarăși căutarea.

She had a sense of comedy that was really exquisite, but she needed people, always people, to bring it out, with the inevitable result that she frittered her time away, lunching, dining, giving these incessant parties of hers, talking nonsense, sayings things she didn't mean, blunting the edge of her mind, losing her discrimination.

En el siglo XVIII, sabíamos cómo se hacía cada cosa; pero aquí subo por el aire, oigo voces de América, veo volar a los hombres, y ni siquiera puedo adivinar cómo se hace todo. Vuelvo a creer en la magia.

The good citizen when he opens his door in the evening must be banker, golfer, husband, father; not a nomad wandering the desert, a mystic staring at the sky, a debauchee in the slums of San Francisco, a soldier heading a revolution, a pariah howling with skepticism and solitude.

How could any Lord have made this world? she asked. With her mind she had always seized the fact that there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

I reach my object and say, Wander no more. All else is trial and make-believe.

And that’s the end,” shesaid, and she saw in his eyes, asthe interest of the story diedaway in them, something elsetake its place; somethingwondering, pale, like thereflection of a light, which atonce made him gaze and marvel.Turning, she looked across thebay, and there, sure enough,coming regularly across thewaves first two quick strokesand then one long steady stroke,was the light of the Lighthouse.It had been lit.-To The Lighthouse.