More Quotes by Virginia Woolf
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
