Virginia Woolf Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

  Virginia Woolf

  Confidence, Love Yourself, Eye

  Virginia Woolf (2010). “Monday or Tuesday: And Other Short Stories”, p.41, The Floating Press

• I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.

  Virginia Woolf

  Independent, Eye, Self

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.218, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!

  Virginia Woolf

  Beach, Eye, Blue

  Virginia Woolf (2014). “To the Lighthouse”, p.77, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Writing, Practice

• No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Mind, Vain

  Virginia Woolf, Michèle Barrett (1979). “Women and writing”, Womens Pr Ltd

• Am I alone in my egotism when I say that never does the pale light of dawn filter through the blinds of 52 Tavistock Square but I open my eyes and exclaim, "Good God! Here I am again!" not always with pleasure, often with pain; sometimes in a spasm.

  Virginia Woolf

  Pain, Eye, Here I Am

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4270, Delphi Classics

• 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

  Writing, Eye, Practice

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.25, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• The weight of the world is on our shoulders, its vision is through our eyes; if we blink or look aside, or turn back to finger what Plato said or remember Napoleon and his conquests, we inflict on the world the injury of some obliquity. This is life.

  Virginia Woolf

  Plato, Eye, Vision

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.123, Virginia Woolf

• In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Men, June

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.852, Delphi Classics

• Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. How the mud goes round in the mind-what a swirl these monsters leave, the waters rocking, the weeds waving and green here, black there, striking to the sand, till by degrees the atoms reassemble, the deposit sifts itself, and a gain through the eyes one sees clear and still, and there comes to the lips some prayer for the departed, some obsequy for the souls of those one nods to, the one never meets again.

  Virginia Woolf

  Weed, Prayer, Eye

  Virginia Woolf (2014). “Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories”, p.25, Simon and Schuster

• But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!

  Virginia Woolf

  Beautiful, Eye, Winter

  Virginia Woolf (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.303, OUP Oxford

• Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Green, Green Leaves

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.6, Virginia Woolf

• There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Want Something, Knowing

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1069, Delphi Classics

• His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life.

  Virginia Woolf

  Dream, Eye, Reality

• The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded.

  Virginia Woolf

  Running, Wall, Eye

  Virginia Woolf (1996). “Mrs Dalloway”, p.119, Wordsworth Editions

• 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

  Spring, Eye, Past

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.82, Virginia Woolf

• For the eye has this strange property: it rests only on beauty.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Strange, Property

  Virginia Woolf, David Bradshaw (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.179, Oxford University Press

• Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is there no longer, but only that shell of a person which is seen by other people - what an airless, shallow, bald, prominent world it becomes! A world not to be lived in. As we face each other in omnibuses and underground railways we are looking into the mirror that accounts for the vagueness, the gleam of glassiness, in our eyes.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Glasses, Mirrors

  Virginia Woolf (2017). “A arte da brevidade: Contos”, p.7, Autêntica

• The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Black And White, Rocks

• With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Tragedy, Married

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.902, Delphi Classics

• As a creator of character his peculiarity is that he creates wherever his eyes rest ... With such a power at his command Dickens made his books blaze up, not by tightening the plot or sharpening the wit, but by throwing another handful of people upon the fire.

  Virginia Woolf

  Book, Character, Eye

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.3106, Delphi Classics

• But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Littles, Vivid

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4389, Delphi Classics

• One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there?

  Virginia Woolf

  Eye, Wrinkles, Ideas

• Though we see the same world, we see it through different eyes. Any help we can give you must be different from that you can give yourselves, and perhaps the value of that help may lie in the fact of that difference.

  Virginia Woolf

  Lying, Eye, Differences

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2751, Delphi Classics

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