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Interesting People

Published on May 19th, 2013 | by Yellow Magpie

Virginia Woolf Quotes: The Writer Of Mrs Dalloway

Virginia Woolf Quotes Photo By George Charles Beresfold

Here is Yellow Magpie’s pick of the very best Virginia Woolf Quotes quotes.

‘When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.’

‘I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing, I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion, Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth. I am the swathed figure in the hairdresser’s shop taking up only so much space.’

‘The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.’

‘I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.’

‘No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes.’

‘The world is crammed with delightful things. I think young people make such a mistake about that — not letting themselves be happy. I sometimes think that happiness is the only thing that counts.’

‘I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.’

‘And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.’