Virginia Woolf: Trending quotes (page 15)

“For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.”

“I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.”

“… who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”

“… she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”

“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.”

“Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.”

“Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”

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

“About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.”

“Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure”

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

“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.”

“It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.”

“I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married”

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

“Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.”

“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.”

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees
and changing leaves.”