Virginia Woolf Quotes And Sayings

The Poet Gives Us His Essence, But Prose Takes The Mold Of The Body And Mind.

The Truth Is, I Often Like Women. I Like Their Unconventionality. I Like Their Completeness. I Like Their Anonymity.

Why Are Women... So Much More Interesting To Men Than Men Are To Women?

Sleep, That Deplorable Curtailment Of The Joy Of Life.

As A Woman I Have No Country. As A Woman My Country Is The Whole World.

For Most Of History, Anonymous Was A Woman.

Who Shall Measure The Hat And Violence Of The Poet's Heart When Caught And Tangled In A Woman's Body?

Let A Man Get Up And Say, Behold, This Is The Truth, And Instantly I Perceive A Sandy Cat Filching A Piece Of Fish In The Background. Look, You Have Forgotten The Cat, I Say.

It Is In Our Idleness, In Our Dreams, That The Submerged Truth Sometimes Comes To The Top.

Somewhere, Everywhere, Now Hidden, Now Apparent In What Ever Is Written Down, Is The Form Of A Human Being. If We Seek To Know Him, Are We Idly Occupied?

The History Of Men's Opposition To Women's Emancipation Is More Interesting Perhaps Than The Story Of That Emancipation Itself.

A Woman Must Have Money And A Room Of Her Own If She Is To Write Fiction.

This Soul, Or Life Within Us, By No Means Agrees With The Life Outside Us. If One Has The Courage To Ask Her What She Thinks, She Is Always Saying The Very Opposite To What Other People Say.

Mental Fight Means Thinking Against The Current, Not With It. It Is Our Business To Puncture Gas Bags And Discover The Seeds Of Truth.

This Is Not Writing At All. Indeed, I Could Say That Shakespeare Surpasses Literature Altogether, If I Knew What I Meant.

Arrange Whatever Pieces Come Your Way.

If One Could Be Friendly With Women, What A Pleasure - The Relationship So Secret And Private Compared With Relations With Men. Why Not Write About It Truthfully?

Odd How The Creative Power At Once Brings The Whole Universe To Order.

Thought And Theory Must Precede All Salutary Action; Yet Action Is Nobler In Itself Than Either Thought Or Theory.

Literature Is Strewn With The Wreckage Of Men Who Have Minded Beyond Reason The Opinions Of Others.

I Would Venture To Guess That Anon, Who Wrote So Many Poems Without Signing Them, Was Often A Woman.

That Great Cathedral Space Which Was Childhood.

You Send A Boy To School In Order To Make Friends - The Right Sort.

Masterpieces Are Not Single And Solitary Births; They Are The Outcome Of Many Years Of Thinking In Common, Of Thinking By The Body Of The People, So That The Experience Of The Mass Is Behind The Single Voice.

It Is The Nature Of The Artist To Mind Excessively What Is Said About Him. Literature Is Strewn With The Wreckage Of Men Who Have Minded Beyond Reason The Opinions Of Others.

Once Conform, Once Do What Other People Do Because They Do It, And A Lethargy Steals Over All The Finer Nerves And Faculties Of The Soul. She Becomes All Outer Show And Inward Emptiness; Dull, Callous, And Indifferent.

A Masterpiece Is Something Said Once And For All, Stated, Finished, So That It's There Complete In The Mind, If Only At The Back.

The Connection Between Dress And War Is Not Far To Seek; Your Finest Clothes Are Those You Wear As Soldiers.

To Depend Upon A Profession Is A Less Odious Form Of Slavery Than To Depend Upon A Father.

I Was In A Queer Mood, Thinking Myself Very Old: But Now I Am A Woman Again - As I Always Am When I Write.

We Are Nauseated By The Sight Of Trivial Personalities Decomposing In The Eternity Of Print.

Nothing Induces Me To Read A Novel Except When I Have To Make Money By Writing About It. I Detest Them.

This Is An Important Book, The Critic Assumes, Because It Deals With War. This Is An Insignificant Book Because It Deals With The Feelings Of Women In A Drawing-room.

Almost Any Biographer, If He Respects Facts, Can Give Us Much More Than Another Fact To Add To Our Collection. He Can Give Us The Creative Fact; The Fertile Fact; The Fact That Suggests And Engenders.

Life Is Not A Series Of Gig Lamps Symmetrically Arranged; Life Is A Luminous Halo, A Semi-transparent Envelope Surrounding Us From The Beginning Of Consciousness To The End.

It Is Curious How Instinctively One Protects The Image Of Oneself From Idolatry Or Any Other Handling That Could Make It Ridiculous, Or Too Unlike The Original To Be Believed Any Longer.