Virginia Woolf: Trending quotes (page 8)

“After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.”

“We're all in the dark. We try to find out, but can you imagine anything more ludicrous than one person's opinion of another person? One goes along thinking one knows; but one really doesn't know”

“Oh, I am in love with life!”

“How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?”

“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!”

“It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.”

“Would there be trees if we didn't see them?”

“to teach without zest is a crime.”

“In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.”

“There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?”

“Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then — our friends are not able to finish their stories.”

“One must love everything.”

“Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?”

“No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes”

“for women live much more in the past… they attach themselves to places;”

“They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.”

“I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices”

“Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And
I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often
not. Life is a dream surely.”

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”