My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
Quote by Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf Quotes
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and...
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for.
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are...
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details...
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us....
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of...
Language is wine upon the lips
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering...
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact...
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind...
I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of...
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing:...
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.