Virginia Woolf Quotes About Pleasure

Quotes about: Pleasure

• A whole lifetime was too short to bring out, the full flavour; to extract every ounce of pleasure, every shade of meaning.

  Virginia Woolf

  Life, Shade, Too Short

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.903, Delphi Classics

• 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

• For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.

  Virginia Woolf

  Pleasure, Share, Relish

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.2283, Delphi Classics

• Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf, this having done with the triumphs of youth, lost herself in the process of living, to find it with a shock of delight, as the sun rose, as the day sank. Many a time had she gone, at Barton when they were all talking, to look at the sky; seen it between peoples shoulders at dinner; seen it in London when she could not sleep. She walked to the window.

  Virginia Woolf

  Book, Sleep, Talking

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.193, Broadview Press

• If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

  Virginia Woolf

  Women, Writing, Secret

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.79, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

  Virginia Woolf

  Kindness, Character, Charity

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.89, Broadview Press

• Wat a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the table laden with books. I looked in and sniffed them all. I could not resist carrying this one off and broaching it. I think I could happily live here and read forever.

  Virginia Woolf

  Book, Thinking, Forever

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4448, 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”

• writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Profound, Pleasure

  Virginia Woolf (2003). “A Writer's Diary”, p.87, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is the fact of my own pleasure in the art.

  Virginia Woolf

  Art, Silence, Facts

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.4298, Delphi Classics

• As nobody can possibly tell me whether one's writing is bad or good, the only certain value is one's own pleasure. I am sure of that.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Pleasure, Certain

  Virginia Woolf, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1975). “The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1923-1928”, Harcourt on Demand

• [Final diary entry:] Occupation is essential. And now with some pleasure I find that it's seven; and must cook dinner. Haddock and sausage meat. I think it is true that one gains a certain hold on sausage and haddock by writing them down.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Thinking, Occupation

  Diary, 8 Mar. 1941.Woolf committed suicide on 28 Mar. 1941.

• 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

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