The world is crammed with delightful things Virginia Woolf More Quotes by Virginia Woolf More Quotes From Virginia Woolf Nothing shakes my opinion of a book. Nothing -- nothing. Only perhaps if it's the book of a young person -- or of a friend -- no, even so, I think myself infallible. Virginia Woolf opinion book thinking What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. Virginia Woolf illumination simple dark I have sometimes dreamt ... that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards -- their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble -- the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when He sees us coming with our books under our arms, "Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading. Virginia Woolf reading names book But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people. Virginia Woolf being-in-love strange people And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. Virginia Woolf poet lovers wish One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. Virginia Woolf maturity time birthday Of the rest some we know to be dead though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through the forms of life; others are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six. Virginia Woolf six form years I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose. Virginia Woolf glowing romance together By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream Virginia Woolf dream book travel I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say “This is it”? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it — that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it? Virginia Woolf feelings discovery hands The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare. Virginia Woolf kicks boots stones We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him. Virginia Woolf i-love-him dog lying The most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- thinking too much. Virginia Woolf too-much important thinking Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. Virginia Woolf romantic-love mind love-is Intellectual freedom depends upon material things. Virginia Woolf depends materials intellectual Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world. Virginia Woolf luck may world For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year? Virginia Woolf body mind years When she read just now to James, 'and there were numbers of soldiers with kettledrums and trumpets,' and his eyes darkened, she thought, why should they grow up, and lose all that? Virginia Woolf loses growing-up grows When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred. Virginia Woolf graves body heart No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas. Virginia Woolf clever people ideas
