About Virginia Woolf: Adeline Virginia Woolf was an English writer and one of the foremost modernists of the twentieth century.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
It is no use trying to sum people up.
He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life.
The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks—so it sounded.
Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance (...); as great as a man, some think even greater. But this is woman in fiction. In fact, as points out [in his ], she was locked up...
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes a...
What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth. . . . When one so exposes it [integrity] and sees it come to life one exclaims in rapture, But this is what I have always felt and k...
Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourh...
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
For 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.
They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.
Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.
Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
