Virginia Woolf Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.

  Virginia Woolf

  Lonely, Heart, Moon

  Virginia Woolf (1976). “The Waves”, Chatto & Windus

• To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Body, Want

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.175, Virginia Woolf

• Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.

  Virginia Woolf

  Friendship, Women, Book

  "Selected Works of Virginia Woolf".

• For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Heart, Wind

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “Orlando”, p.149, Booklassic

• The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

  Virginia Woolf

  Happiness, Beauty, Laughter

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.573, Wordsworth Editions

• Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Tolerance, Mind

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.501, Wordsworth Editions

• What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Brain, Doe

  "Selected Works of Virginia Woolf".

• There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.

  Virginia Woolf

  Fashion, Heart, Views

  Virginia Woolf (1995). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.92, Wordsworth Editions

• Safe! safe! safe!' the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry 'Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

  Virginia Woolf

  Happiness, Heart, Light

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “Monday or Tuesday”, p.5, Virginia Woolf

• Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Soul, Shadow

  Virginia Woolf (2014). “Monday or Tuesday: Eight Stories”, p.30, Simon and Schuster

• Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

  Virginia Woolf

  Hate, Women, Heart

• When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Body, Graves

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.772, Delphi Classics

• Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall

  Virginia Woolf

  Fall, Heart, Sea

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.39, Broadview Press

• Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown?

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Elderly, Air

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.139, Virginia Woolf

• Fear no more, says the heart.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Mrs Dalloway

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.39, Broadview Press

• Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Light, Treasure

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “Monday or Tuesday”, p.5, Virginia Woolf

• A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which he has set his heart. If the passion for reading conquers him, his gains dwindle and vanish between his fingers. A reader, on the other hand, must check the desire for learning at the outset; if knowledge sticks to him well and good, but to go in pursuit of it, to read on a system, to become a specialist or an authority, is very apt to kill what suits us to consider the more humane passion for pure and disinterested reading.

  Virginia Woolf

  Reading, Book, Passion

  Virginia Woolf, Andrew McNeillie (1986). “The Essays of Virginia Woolf: 1912-1918”, Harcourt

• He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding, or the deck of a tumbling ship -- it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced and amorous gales every evening about this time when he walked out.

  Virginia Woolf

  Summer, Horse, Heart

  Virginia Woolf (2014). “Orlando”, p.8, Lettere Animate Editore

• and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Sea, Purple

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.506, Delphi Classics

• 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

• The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Tolerance, Mind

• The human frame being what it is, heart, body and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Sleep, Thinking

  1929 A Room of One's Own, ch.1.

• 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

• What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like a voyager who touches another planet with the tip of his toe, upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment.

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Giving, Glimpse

  Virginia Woolf (1980). “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: 1925-1930”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P

• I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

  Virginia Woolf

  Heart, Numbness, Break

  Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.712, Wordsworth Editions

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