"Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!"
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Virginia Woolf quotes (page 8 of 41)
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"The depths of the sea are only water after all."
"We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments."
"When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."
"Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day."
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works."
"This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth."
"The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed."
"Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art."
"The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare."
"What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying"
"He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence."
"For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself."
"My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way."
"And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."
"I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot."
"I mean it's the writing, not the being read, that excites me."
"As a woman, I have no country"
"I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world."
"So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then."