Quotes from Virginia Woolf

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; "the things people don't say.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

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

To love makes one solitary.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?

By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream

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.

She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.