Quote

I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.

Virginia Woolf

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Virginia Woolf
Age: 59 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 25
Died: 1941
Died: March 28
Author
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Feminist
Literary Critic
Novelist
Publisher
Short Story Writer
Writer
London
England
Virxhinia Ulf
Virginia yo juanito Adeline Woolf
Virg̔inyah Vold
Virdžiniâ Vulf
Virdzhiniia Vulf
Virzhinia Ulf
Virginia Stephen
Virzhin︠iia Ulf
Adeline Virginia Stephen
Virginyah Volf
Adeline Virginia Woolf
Virginia Adeline Woolf
Adeline Virginia Stephen Woolf
Birtzinia Gulph
Virginia Stephen Woolf
Woolf
Virginia
1882-1941
Looking
Pot
Hours
Museums
Desire
Lust
Like
Describe
Flesh
Carpets
Spent
Lusts
Hour
Pots
Became
Carpet

More quotes by Virginia Woolf

Image
Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
Virginia Woolf
Image
They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.
Virginia Woolf
Image
For love... has two faces one white, the other black two bodies one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together
Virginia Woolf
Image
Life's bare as a bone.
Virginia Woolf
Image
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
Virginia Woolf
Image
Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it.
Virginia Woolf
Image
I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.
Virginia Woolf
Image
Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.
Virginia Woolf
Image
The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea.
Virginia Woolf
Image
There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.
Virginia Woolf
Image
It doesn't have to be the truth, just your vision of it, written down.
Virginia Woolf
Image
Still, life had a way of adding day to day
Virginia Woolf
Image
But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.
Virginia Woolf
Image
One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is the fact of my own pleasure in the art.
Virginia Woolf
Image
madam, the man cried, leaping to the ground, you're hurt! I'm dead, sir! she replied. A few minutes later, they became engaged.
Virginia Woolf
Image
... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.
Virginia Woolf
Image
Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
Virginia Woolf
Image
We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.
Virginia Woolf
Image
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
Virginia Woolf
Image
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
Virginia Woolf