Virginia Woolf Quotes About Adventure

Quotes about: Adventure

• Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. 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

  Book, Adventure, Hands

  Virginia Woolf (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.311, OUP Oxford

• For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.

  Virginia Woolf

  Adventure, Thinking, Attachment

  Virginia Woolf (1937). “To the Lighthouse”

• There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.

  Virginia Woolf

  Adventure, Glasses, Tree

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.693, Wordsworth Editions

• If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.

  Virginia Woolf

  Adventure, Doubt, Goats

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.75, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Adventure, Winter

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2919, Delphi Classics

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