Yet, she said to herself, form the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this--love; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.
Virginia WoolfWhen people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre
Virginia WoolfI was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.
Virginia WoolfOne should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.
Virginia Woolf