Quotes About Woolf

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

Or is anger, I wondered, somehow, the familiar, the attendant sprite of power?

Here are the dead poets, still musing, still pondering, still questioning the meaning of existence.

These garden graveyards are the most peaceful of our London sanctuaries and their dead the quietest.

The night is not a tumultuous black ocean in which you sink or sail as a star

And Oliver, rising, could hear the rustle of the dress of the Duchess as she came down the passage.

Virginia Woolf was a babe.' Of the many foolish things I said in graduate school, this is the one that haunts me the most. But I didn't regret it immediately.

It is important to recognise Woolf 's acknowledgement of her father's dually formative influence. The domestic dictator was also an intellectual who powerfully shaped her developing intellect, even if, at times, antithetically so: 'just as a dog takes a bite of grass, I take a bite of him medicinally

In 1925 Woolf began an affair with Sackville-West, who was married to Harold Nicolson, the diplomat and writer, and the development of their close relationship, which does not seem to have undermined either woman's marriage, coincided with Woolf 's most productive years as a writer.

Virgina Woolf versus Edward Lear." "Christ Alive," said Billy. "Are those my only choices?" "I went for Lear," said Leon. "Partly out of fidelity to the letter L. Partly because given the choice between nonsense and boojy wittering you blatantly have to choose nonsense.

In December 1970, Aristotle Onassis tries to buy the Belfast ship-yard Harland and Woolf. Seven union leaders spend the night in Claridges at his expense. One of them says later that his bed was too soft.

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

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.

'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' is, to my mind, a work of perfect genius.

In school, I was Martha in 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' I loved that.