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Virginia Woolf Quotes

  • Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money. 
  • Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others. 
  • 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. —  A Room of One’s Own
  • The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
  • The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself. 
  • One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. — A Room of One’s Own
  • For most of history, Anonymous was a woman. —  A Room of One’s Own
  • Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of what it is above. —  A Room of One’s Own
  • Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
  • Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
  • Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
  • She had the 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. — Mrs. Dalloway
  • I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?
  • All extremes of feeling are allied with madness. — Orlando
  • I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
  • I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
  • Books are the mirrors of the soul. — Between the Acts
  • The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
  • When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading.”
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