Virginia Woolf Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• All extremes of feeling are allied to madness.

  Virginia Woolf

  Feelings, Madness, Extremes

  "Orlando: A Biography".

• This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

  Virginia Woolf

  Peace, War, Women

  A Room of One's Own ch. 4 (1929)

• The proper stuff of fiction' does not exist; everything is the proper stuff of fiction, every feeling, every thought; every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon; no perception comes amiss.

  Virginia Woolf

  Feelings, Perception, Brain

  Virginia Woolf, David Bradshaw (2009). “Selected Essays”, p.12, Oxford University Press

• She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.

  Virginia Woolf

  Happiness, Taxi Cabs, Sea

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.132, Wordsworth Editions

• ...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

  Virginia Woolf

  Feelings, One Day, Mrs Dalloway

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.132, Wordsworth Editions

• How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

  Virginia Woolf

  Mean, Reality, Feelings

  Virginia Woolf (1975). “The letters of Virginia Woolf”, Harcourt

• I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say “This is it”? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it — that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?

  Virginia Woolf

  Discovery, Hands, Feelings

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.97, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Talents of the novelist: ... observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.

  Virginia Woolf

  Character, People, Feelings

• She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.

  Virginia Woolf

  Wall, Doors, Hands

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1066, Delphi Classics

• A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

  Virginia Woolf

  Lying, People, Feelings

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.184, Broadview Press

• If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?

  Virginia Woolf

  Mean, Reality, Feelings

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.445, Delphi Classics

• It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.

  Virginia Woolf

  Feelings, Machines, Critical Moments

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1120, Delphi Classics

• Yet, she said to herself, form the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this--love; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.

  Virginia Woolf

  Beautiful, Judging, Rose

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Ao farol: To the lighthouse: Edição bilíngue português - inglês”, p.250, Editora Landmark LTDA

• To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?…There is nobody—here among these grey arches, and moaning pigeons, and cheerful games and tradition and emulation, all so skilfully organised to prevent feeling alone.

  Virginia Woolf

  Passion, Games, Feeling Alone

  Virginia Woolf (2005). “The Waves”, p.43, Collector's Library

• To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the thin veils of civilisation so wantonly, so brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without replying, dazed and blinded, she bend her head as if to let her pelt f jagged hail, the drench of dirty water, bespatter her unrebuked.

  Virginia Woolf

  Dirty, Thinking, People

• Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it.

  Virginia Woolf

  Running, Tombstone, Cutting

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2645, Delphi Classics

• I'm fundamentally, I think, an outsider. I do my best work and feel most braced with my back to the wall. It's an odd feeling though, writing aginst the current: difficult entirely to disregard the current. Yet of course I shall.

  Virginia Woolf

  Wall, Writing, Thinking

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4517, Delphi Classics

• How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

  Virginia Woolf

  Ghost Stories, Feelings, Our Love

  Virginia Woolf (1967). “Collected essays”

• a novelist's chief desire is to be as unconscious as possible. He has to induce in himself a state of perpetual lethargy. He wants life to proceed with the utmost quiet and regularity. He wants to see the same faces, to read the same books, to do the same things day after day, month after month, while he is writing, so that nothing may break the illusion in which he is living - so that nothing may disturb or disquiet the mysterious nosings about, feelings around, darts, dashes, and sudden discoveries of that very shy and illusive spirit, the imagination.

  Virginia Woolf

  Book, Writing, Discovery

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.3994, Delphi Classics

• I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.

  Virginia Woolf

  Fighting, Voice, Mad

• Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Epic, Men

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