Virginia Woolf Quotes About Darkness

Quotes about: Darkness

• 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.

  Virginia Woolf

  Being Alone, Darkness, Invisible

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.296, Wordsworth Editions

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

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Darkness, Existence

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.97, Virginia Woolf

• 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”

• While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.

  Virginia Woolf

  Humility, Dark, Men

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.447, Wordsworth Editions

• How can I express the darkness?

  Virginia Woolf

  Darkness, Chaos

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.123, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

  Virginia Woolf

  Flower, Tree, Darkness

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.68, Broadview Press

• Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.

  Virginia Woolf

  Darkness, Black, Tears

• Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her hand against the sun, and so brought darkness and desolation, like God himself, to millions of ignorant and innocent creatures, and then took her hand away suddenly and let the sun stream down.

  Virginia Woolf

  Clouds, Sharks, Hands

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.58, Virginia Woolf

• Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.

  Virginia Woolf

  Night, Light, Years

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.343, Wordsworth Editions

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