Virginia Woolf

As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

The soul that inhabits the body is not a fixed quantity; it grows, it changes.

To tell the truth, I am almost reconciled to the idea of death. It seems to me that it is only a question of time.

Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

On or about December 1910 human character changed.

The proper stuff of fiction does not exist; everything is the proper stuff of fiction, every feeling, every thought, every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon.

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day.

Let us begin by clearing away the prejudices of the eye.

The past only comes back when the present tilts into the future.

For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere.

Nothing... that has not its moments of reality.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain.

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the poet.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things.

She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged.

These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.

The compensation of growing old was that one grew more alive.

I am made and remade thereby.