every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works, yet we require critics to explain the one and biographers to expound the other. That time hangs heavy on people's hands is the only explanation of the monstrous growth.
Virginia WoolfIt is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
Virginia WoolfYet, 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 WoolfIf the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?
Virginia WoolfRuin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthersโ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.
Virginia Woolf