Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf

NOVELIST

British novelist, essayist, and feminist whose famous modernist novels include Mrs. Dalloway and To the Lighthouse. She suffered from depression throughout her life and tragically drowned herself at the age of 59.
  • When was
    Virginia Woolf born?

    Virginia Woolf was born on Wednesday, January 25, 1882

  • Where was
    Virginia Woolf born?

    Virginia Woolf was born in London, England

  • How old is
    Virginia Woolf?

    Virginia Woolf is 139


Best Quotes

  • Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
  • Arnold Bennett says that the horror of marriage lies in its 'dailiness.' All acuteness of relationship is rubbed away by this. The truth is mo...
  • The current flows fast and furious. It issues in a spate of words from the loudspeakers and the politicians. Every day they tell us that we are a free people fighting to defend freedom. That is the current that has whirled the young airman up into the sky and keeps him circulating there among the clouds. Down here, with a roof to cover us and a gasmask handy, it is our business to puncture gasbags and discover the seeds of truth.
  • We all indulge in the strange, pleasant process called thinking, but when it comes to saying, even to someone opposite, what we think, then how little we are able to convey! The phantom is through the mind and out of the window before we can lay salt on
  • Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions
  • What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable -- now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying
  • One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats --and one always secretes too much jelly.
  • My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery --always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
  • Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a complete thing, I have to recall things gone far, gone deep, sunk into this life or that and become part of it; dreams, too, things surrounding me, and the inmates, those old half-articulate ghosts who keep up their hauntings by day and night... shadows of people one might have been; unborn selves.
  • I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.
  • Virginia Woolf Quotes- See more quotes

Back to previous page