Quotes About Virginia Woolf

Treadwell's stocks plenty of second-hand books, which Virginia Woolf called 'Wild Books, Homeless Books', because, explains Christina, 'they have already had a journey, so they have extra energy in them from where they have been before, and they're looking for a home'.

Sorprende y admira, por ejemplo, la franqueza con que Bell aborda el episodio de los abusos que Virginia sufrió de niña por parte de su hermanastro George Duckworth, un trauma que podría explicar tanto su sexualidad difícil como los constantes desequilibrios psíquicos que finalmente la conducirían al suicidio.

I love reading other people's diaries, especially someone like Virginia Woolf's - such a formidable woman that it's a revelation when she shows you a more vulnerable side of herself.

I think one of the primary goals of a feminist landscape architecture would be to work toward a public landscape in which we can roam the streets at midnight, in which every square is available for Virginia Woolf to make up her novels

Woolf gave us limitlessness, impossible to grasp, urgent to embrace, as fluid as water, as endless as desire, a compass by which to get lost.

A Freudian would claim to know what they have and I lack, but intelligence is not situated in the crotch—even if you can write one of Virginia Woolf's long mellifluous musical sentences about the subtle subjugation of women in the snow with your willie.

By now you've noticed that Woolf says "I don't know" quite a lot.

All Woolf's work as I know it constitutes a sort of Ovidian metamorphosis where the freedom sought is the freedom to continue becoming, exploring, wandering, going beyond. She is an escape artist. In

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.

Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known euphemistically as the stately homes of England.

... pure honesty is a doubtful quality; it means often lack of imagination.

Greene felt that a disaster had set in for the English novel after the death of Henry James; whereas traditional novelists had always conceived of their characters as being somehow under the eye of God, where their actions had an eternal consequence, Virginia Woolf and E. M. Forster had produced characters who seemed nothing more than the sum of their drifting perceptions. This is a problem philosophers have worried about since the days of John Locke,

Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining,' " Dr. Hunter said. "Isn't that lovely? Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote it for her dog." "Flush," Reggie said. "Virginia Woolf wrote a book about him.

Was it Brigid Brophy who gave up on a certain Virginia Woolf novel when she discovered that Woolf believed one needed a corkscrew to open a bottle of champagne?

Theodore Finch leans against an SUV, hands in pockets, like he has all the time in the world and he expects me. I think of the Virginia Woolf lines, the ones from The Waves: "Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

Reading Proust nearly silenced Virginia Woolf. She loved his novel, but loved it rather too much. There wasn't enough wrong with it—a crushing recognition when one considers Walter Benjamin's assessment of why people become writers: because they are unable to find a book already written that they are completely happy with. And

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

I think of the Virginia Woolf lines, the ones from The Waves: "Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

An hour later, I check my Facebook page. Violet has written: "Arrange whatever pieces come your way." My skin starts to burn. She's quoting Virginia Woolf back to me. My pulse has tripled its pace. Shit, I think. That's all the Virginia Woolf I know.

There's a great quote about Virginia Woolf, she had the same spiritual stake in her diaries as she had in her writing.

Noter nos impressions sur Hamlet après une relecture annuelle, écrivait Virginia Woolf, reviendrait à rédiger notre autobiographie puisque dès que nous en savons plus de la vie, Shakespeare commente ce que nous savons.

como ha dejado claro Virginia Woolf, cuando sufres un trastorno mental, lo primero que te es arrebatado es la palabra. Y con esto llegamos al núcleo abrasador de lo que llamamos locura. Estar loco es, sobre todo, estar solo. Pero estoy hablando de una soledad descomunal, de algo que no se parece en absoluto a lo que entendemos cuando decimos la palabra soledad.

I put the odds on a psychic deathmatch between Attila the Hun and Virginia Woolf at fifty-fifty.

Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.