Quotes from Virginia Woolf

AÅŸa-numita persoan? deprimat? care încearc? s? se sinucid? nu face asta din disperare sau din vreo convingere abstract?. Åži nici pentru c? dintr-o dat? ideea de a muri îi devine atr?g?toare. Persoana a c?rei agonie invizibl? a atins un nivel insuportabil se va sinucide la fel cum o persoan? va alege s? sar? de la fereastra unei înc?peri cuprinse de fl?c?ri.

How terrible old age was, she thought; shearing off all one's faculties, one by one, but leaving something alive in the centre.

Bu an için, sadece bu an için, beraberiz. Seni bana bast?r?yorum. Gel, ac?, beslen benden. Sivri diÅŸlerini etime bat?r. Beni ikiye ay?r. AÄŸl?yorum, aÄŸl?yorum.

We have destroyed something by our presence," said Bernard, "a world perhaps.

Una mujer debe tener dinero y una habitación propia para poder escribir novelas; y esto, como veis, deja sin resolver el gran problema de la verdadera naturaleza de la mujer y la verdadera naturaleza de la novela.

Much rather would she have been one of those people like Richard who did things for themselves, whereas, she thought, waiting to cross, half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew (and now the policeman held up his hand) for no one was ever for a second taken in. Oh if she could have had her life over again! she thought, stepping on to the pavement, could have looked even differently!

Murmuring London flowed up to her, and her hand, lying on the sofa back, curled upon some imaginary baton such as her grandfathers might have held, holding which she seemed, drowsy and heavy, to be commanding battalions marching to Canada, and those good fellows walking across London, that territory of theirs, that little bit of carpet, Mayfair.

There are perhaps more of the qualities that matter among the ignorant then among the learned. But again, what a vile thing the rabble is!

Then (she had felt it only this morning) there was the terror; the overwhelming incapacity, one's parents giving it into one's hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenely; there was in the depths of her heart an awful fear.

In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds.

Qué derecho tenían los Bradshaw a hablar de muerte en su fiesta? Se había matado, sí, pero ¿cómo? El cuerpo de Clarissa siempre lo revivía, en el primer instante, bruscamente, cuando le contaban un accidente; se le inflamaba el vestido, le ardía el cuerpo.

Has the finger of death to be laid on the tumult of life from time to time lest it rend us asunder? Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of the living?

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle. The glories of all our wars would be unknown.

At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial - and any question about sex is that - one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.

The next few months passed away, as many years can pass away, without definite events, and yet, if suddenly disturbed, it would be seen that such months or years had a character unlike others.

I can't tell you how piercingly and endlessly I think about you.

there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination - over other people

It is useless to go to the great men writers for help, however much one may go to them for pleasure.

He went on saying No to her, on principle, for he never yielded to a woman on account of her sex.

She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. Not

It's books, sighed Helen, lifting an armful of sad volumes from the floor to the shelf. Greek from morning to night. If ever Miss Rachel marries, Chailey, pray that she may marry a man who doesn't know his ABC.

Where does she begin, and where do I end? she thought... On they drove. They were two living people, driving across London; two sparks of life enclosed in two separate bodies; and those sparks of life enclosed in two separate bodies are at this moment, she thought, driving past a picture palace. But what is this moment; and what are we?

this admirable fabric of the masculine intelligence, which ran up and down, crossed this way and that, ... upholding the world, so that she could trust herself to it utterly ... Then she woke up. It was still being fabricated.