Virginia Woolf híres idézetei
Virginia Woolf: Idézetek angolul
“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”
"The Leaning Tower", lecture delivered to the Workers' Educational Association, Brighton (May 1940)
The Moment and Other Essays (1948)
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
Forrás: A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas
“Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.
I sob, I sob.”
Forrás: The Waves
Változat: There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
Forrás: A Room of One's Own (1929), Ch. 4, p. 90
“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”
Forrás: Orlando: A Biography (1928), Ch. 6
Forrás: Three Guineas (1938), Ch. 3, p. 109
Kontextus: The outsider will say, "in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman my country is the whole world." And if, when reason has said its say, still some obstinate emotion remains, some love of England dropped into a child's ears by the cawing of rooks in an elm tree, by the splash of waves on a beach, or by English voices murmuring nursery rhymes, this drop of pure, if irrational, emotion she will make serve her to give to England first what she desires of peace and freedom for the whole world.
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
Forrás: Jacob's Room
“It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.”
Változat: It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality
Forrás: The Death of the Moth and Other Essays
“He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
Forrás: Orlando
“On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.”
Forrás: The Waves
The Quote Investigator http://quoteinvestigator.com/tag/virginia-woolf/ traces the origin of such statements to The Intimate Notebooks of George Jean Nathan (1932), where the diarist states:
We were sitting one morning two Summers ago, Ferenc Molnár, Dr. Rudolf Kommer and I, in the little garden of a coffee-house in the Austrian Tyrol. “Your writing?” we asked him. “How do you regard it?” Languidly he readjusted the inevitable monocle to his eye. “Like a whore,” he blandly ventured. “First, I did it for my own pleasure. Then I did it for the pleasure of my friends. And now — I do it for money.”
Misattributed
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
Forrás: A Room of One's Own (1929), Ch. 1, p. 4
“The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.”
"Women and Fiction"
Granite and Rainbow (1958)
Kontextus: The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's life … it is only when we can measure the way of life and the experience of life made possible to the ordinary woman that we can account for the success or failure of the extraordinary woman as a writer.
“Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence”
Forrás: Mrs. Dalloway
“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”
Forrás: The Waves
“Life stand still here, Mrs. Ramsay said.”
Part III, Ch. 3
To the Lighthouse (1927)
Forrás: Mrs. Dalloway
Kontextus: "Like a work of art," she repeated, looking from her canvas to the drawing-room steps and back again. She must rest for a moment. And, resting, looking from one to the other vaguely, the old question which transversed the sky of the soul perpetually, the vast, the general question which was apt to particularise itself at such moments as these, when she released faculties that had been on the strain, stood over her, paused over her, darkened over her. What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other; herself and Charles Tansley and the breaking wave; Mrs. Ramsay bringing them together; Mrs. Ramsay saying, "Life stand still here"; Mrs. Ramsay making of the moment something permanent (as in another sphere Lily herself tried to make of the moment something permanent) — this was of the nature of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal passing and flowing (she looked at the cloud going and the leaves shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs. Ramsay said. "Mrs. Ramsay! Mrs. Ramsay!" she repeated. She owed it all to her.
