No one showed an instant’s suspicion that Orlando was not the Orlando they had known. If any doubt there was in the human mind the action of the deer and the dogs would have been enough to dispel it, for the dumb creatures, as is well known, are far better judges both of identity and character than we are.

— Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf Quotes

Don’t you know that our belief in man’s intellect is the greatest fallacy of them all?

— Virginia Woolf

Haven’t we bred them and fed and kept them in comfort since the beginning of time so that they may be clever even if they’re nothing else? It’s all our doing!

— Virginia Woolf

Aren’t they one’s past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees,... one’s happiness, one’s reality?

— Virginia Woolf

She must go back to them. But what an extraordinary night! She felt somehow very like him – the young man who killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away while they went on living. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. But she must go back. She must assemble. She must find Sally and Peter. And she came in from the little room.

— Virginia Woolf

Every one gives up something when they marry.

— Virginia Woolf

Down there among the roots where the flowers decayed, gusts of dead smells were wafted; drops formed on the bloated sides of swollen things. The skin of rotten fruit broke, and matter oozed too thick to run.

— Virginia Woolf

Now glancing this side, that side, they looked deeper, beneath the flowers, down the dark avenues into the unlit world where the leaf rots and the flower has fallen.

— Virginia Woolf

Far away a bell tolls, but not for death. There are bells that ring for life. A leaf falls, from joy. Oh, I am in love with life!

— Virginia Woolf

She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors.

— Virginia Woolf

Hence, perhaps, the peculiar nature of woman in fiction; the astonishing extremes of her beauty and horror; her alterations between heavenly goodness and hellish depravity – for so a lover would see her as his love rose and sank, was prosperous or unhappy.

— Virginia Woolf

As a child he had walked in Regent’s Park – odd, he thought, hope the thought of childhood keeps coming back to me – the result of seeing Clarissa, perhaps; for women live much more in the past than we do, he thought. They attach themselves to places: and their fathers – a woman’s always proud of her father.

— Virginia Woolf

All mists curl off the roof of my being.

— Virginia Woolf

She had a perfectly clear notion of what she wanted. Her emotions were all on the surface. Beneath, she was very shrewd – a far better judge of character than Sally, for instance, and with it all, purely feminine; with that extraordinary gift, that woman’s gift, of making a world of her own wherever she happened to be.

— Virginia Woolf

Here she took up her lodging and began instantly to look about her for what she had come in search of–that is to say, life and a lover.

— Virginia Woolf

So the room was an attic; the bed narrow; and lying there reading, for she slept badly, she could not dispel a virginity preserved through childbirth which clung to her like a sheet. Lovely in girlhood, suddenly there came a moment...

— Virginia Woolf

This was now revealed to Septimus; the message hidden in the beauty of words. The secret signal which one generation passes, under disguise, to the next is loathing, hatred, despair.

— Virginia Woolf

There was a bill that he would pay with a real two shilling piece, and it was real, all real, he assured himself, fingering the coin in his pocket, real to everyone except to him and to her; even to him it began to seem real; and then–but it was too exciting to stand and think any longer, and he pulled the parasol out of the earth with a jerk and was impatient to find the place where one had tea with other people, like other people.

— Virginia Woolf

You can judge of our simplicity when I tell you that before parting that night we agreed that the objects of life were to produce good people and good books. Our questions were directed to finding out how far these objects were attained by men. We vowed solemnly that we would not bear a single child until we were satisfied.

— Virginia Woolf

Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace. And so he sank into a quiet mood, under the oak tree, the hardness of whose roots, exposed above the ground seemed to him rather comfortable than otherwise.

— Virginia Woolf

That she had grown older? Would he say that, or would she see him thinking when he came back, that she had grown older?

— Virginia Woolf
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