Quotes from Virginia Woolf

Comprobó con asombro que era un enorme alivio estar sola.

The ghost of a roar of laughter came out to them, and was drowned at once in the wind.

They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that beyond this welter the sun shines; the sun falls sheer into pools that are fledged with willows. (Here it is November; the poor hold out matchboxes in wind-bitten fingers.) They say truth is to be found there entire, and virtue, that shuffles along here, down blind alleys, is to be had there perfect.

The whole of life did not consist in going to bed with a woman, he thought, returning to Scott and Balzac, to the English novel and the French novel.

Not that they added perceptibly to the noise of the party. They were not talking (perceptibly) as they stood side by side by the yellow curtains. They would soon be off elsewhere, together; that was all. That was enough.

As a great deal of flesh would have been needed to make a fat man of him, his frame being so large, he was not fat; his face was a large framework too, looking, by the smallness of the features and the glow in the hollow of the cheek, more fitted to withstand assaults of the weather than to express sentiments and emotions, or to respond to them in others.

Nothing could be seen whole or read from start to finish. What was seen begun - like two friends starting to meet each other across the street - was never seen ended. After twenty minutes the body and mind were like scraps of torn paper tumbling from a sack and, indeed, the process of motoring fast out of London so much resembles the chopping small of identity which precedes unconsciousness and perhaps death itself...

Burada bir soluk al?p, sayfan?n kenar?na, Samuel Butler neden 'Ak?ll? erkekler kad?nlar hakk?nda ne düÅŸündüklerini asla söylemezler,' diyor, diye ekledim. Belli ki ak?ll? adamlar asla baÅŸka bir ÅŸey de söylemiyorlar.

Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights.

Las personas a quienes más apreciamos no nos convienen cuando estamos enfermos.

We stumble up—we stumble on.

Extraño; increíble; nunca había sido tan feliz. Nada parecía tener la suficiente lentitud; nada podía durar demasiado.

Tu È™i eu, È™i ea trecem È™i pierim; nimic nu d?inuie; totul se schimb?; în afar? de cuvinte È™i pictur?.

Ä°nan?n bana, ki ben son on y?l?m?n büyükçe bir bölümünü üç yüz yirmi ilk öÄŸretim okulunu gözlemleyerek geçirdim, demokrasimiz var diye boÅŸ boÅŸ konuÅŸabiliriz ama Ä°ngiltere'de yoksul bir çocuÄŸun, büyük yap?tlar?n doÄŸduÄŸu o entelektüel özgürlüÄŸe kavuÅŸma umudu, Atinal? bir kölenin oÄŸlununkinden biraz fazlad?r.

Genius needs freedom; it cannot flower if it is encumbered by fear, or rancor, or dependency, and without money freedom is impossible.

Words belong to each other, although, of course, only a great writer knows that the word incarnadine belongs to multitudinous seas.

Fight ! Fight! I repeated. It is the effort and the struggle, it is the perpetual warfare, it is the shattering and piecing together. This is the daily battle, defeat or victory, the absorbing pursuit.

life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday, then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; the pain is absorbed in growth.

Time flaps on the mast--

Have you any notion of how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?

and yet Nancy felt, it might be true that she minded losing her brooch, but she wasn't crying only for that. She was crying for something else. We might all sit down and cry, she felt. But she did not know what for.

Uygar toplumlarda kullan?mlar? nas?l olursa olsun, aynalar, tüm ÅŸiddete dayal? ve kahramanca eylemler için gereklidir. .... Çünkü kad?n gerçeÄŸi söylemeye baÅŸlarsa erkeÄŸin aynadaki görüntüsü küçülmeye baÅŸlar; yaÅŸam kar??s?ndaki uyumluluÄŸu yok olur. (s.42)

The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. The

extremes of feeling are allied to madness;