1,646 Quotes by Virginia Woolf

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.

I had tea. I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening.

...it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels

To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?

It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green.

She did in her own heart infinitely prefer boobies to clever men who wrote dissertations.

Our hands touch, our bodies burst into fire. The chair, the cup, the table-nothing remains unlit. All quivers, all kindles, all burns clear.

But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.