It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIt was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.
VIRGINIA WOOLFSecond hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
VIRGINIA WOOLFBut nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThere was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me
VIRGINIA WOOLFFear no more, says the heart.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWriting is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
VIRGINIA WOOLFWhen I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness – I am nothing.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMoments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
VIRGINIA WOOLFIllness is a part of every human being’s experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
VIRGINIA WOOLFShe dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
VIRGINIA WOOLFLove, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.
VIRGINIA WOOLFI like to have space to spread my mind out in.
VIRGINIA WOOLFMarvelous are the innocent.
VIRGINIA WOOLFJust in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
VIRGINIA WOOLFThe most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you’ve struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.
VIRGINIA WOOLF