Virginia Woolf Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

  Virginia Woolf

  Pain, Tears, Together

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “The Waves”, p.111, Virginia Woolf

• 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

• On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

  Virginia Woolf

  Funny, Art, Pain

  Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.756, Wordsworth Editions

• Why have I so little control? It is the case of much waste and pain in my life.

  Virginia Woolf

  Inspirational, Pain, Women

  "A Moment's Liberty". Book by Virginia Woolf, Wednesday 15 September, 1926, 1990.

• For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space ; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects ; and sounds very remote and then very close ; flesh being gashed and blood sparting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.” — Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  Virginia Woolf

  Pain, Virginia, Blood

  Virginia Woolf (2005). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.763, Wordsworth Editions

• I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words. It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together.

  Virginia Woolf

  Hurt, Pain, Children

  Virginia Woolf, Jeanne Schulkind (1976). “Moments of being: unpublished autobiographical writings”, Sussex University Press

• It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together

  Virginia Woolf

  Hurt, Pain, Mean

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4186, Delphi Classics

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