Virginia Woolf Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life
Virginia Woolf quotes that inspire a great attitude towards life That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life
1. […] if people are highly successful in their professions, they lose their senses. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. They lose their sense of proportion – the relations between one thing and another. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more than they can do themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, and sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- success
2. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- truth
3. Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
4. He turned from the sight of human ignorance and human fate and the sea eating the ground we stand on, which, had he been able to contemplate it fixedly might have led to something; and found consolation in trifles so slight compared with the august theme just now before him that he was disposed to slur that comfort over, to deprecate it, as if to be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.
To the Lighthouse
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- happiness
5. I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
The Waves
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
6. I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her.Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than I've ever been since, he thought. And as if in truth he were sitting there on the terrace he edged a little towards Clarissa; put his hand out; raised it; let it fall. There above them it hung, that moon. She too seemed to be sitting with him on the terrace, in the moonlight.
Mrs. Dalloway
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- Romance
7. 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 Professor Trevelyan points out [in his History of England], she was locked up, beaten and flung about the room.
A Room of One's Own
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- truth
8. If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- truth
9. Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
Jacob's Room
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- happiness
10. It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. 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. And why, if this -- and much more than this is true -- why are we yet surprised in the window corner by a sudden vision that the young man in the chair is of all things in the world the most real, the most solid, the best known to us--why indeed? For the moment after we know nothing about him.Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love.
Jacob's Room
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- wisdom
11. Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.
Selected Diaries
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
12. Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?
The Waves
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- truth
13. Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
14. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
A Room of One's Own
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
15. She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!
To the Lighthouse
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- happiness
16. the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- Romance
17. To love makes one solitary.
Mrs. Dalloway
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
18. unless I am myself, I am nobody.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- life lessons
19. What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
Mrs. Dalloway
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- love
20. Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
A Room of One's Own
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- truth
21. A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
22. Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
A Room of One's Own
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
23. But this was one way of knowing people, she thought: to know the outline, not the detail, to sit in one's garden and look a the slopes of a hill running purple down into the distant heather.
To the Lighthouse
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- Relationships
24. But Time, unfortunately, though it makes animals and vegetables bloom and fade with amazing punctuality, has no such simple effect upon the mind of man. The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- time
25. Esta poetisa que jamás escribió una palabra y se halla enterrada en esta encrucijada vive todavía. Vive en nosotras y en mí, y en muchas otras mujeres que no están aquí esta noche porque están lavando platos y poniendo a los niños en la cama.
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- best
26. Fear no more," said Clarissa. Fear no more the heat o' the sun; for the shock of Lady Bruton asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered.Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard. But she feared time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn over the weeds with pearl.
Mrs. Dalloway
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- time,philosophy
27. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
Mrs. Dalloway
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- time
28. For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- time
29. Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
30. I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee's life of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh.
A Room of One's Own
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
