Virginia Woolf Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

  Virginia Woolf

  Love, Food, Sleep

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

• The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness

  Virginia Woolf

  Sleep, Night, Sea

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.112, Virginia Woolf

• Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

  Virginia Woolf

  Sleep, Draught, Fatigue

  Virginia Woolf, Kate Flint (1999). “Jacob's Room”, p.90, Oxford University Press, USA

• 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

• Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

  Virginia Woolf

  Life, Sleep, Insomnia

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “The Common Reader”, p.64, Lulu Press, Inc

• Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid. Just behind my shoulder-blades some dry thing, wide-eyed, gently closes, gradually lulls itself to sleep. This is rapture. This is relief.

  Virginia Woolf

  Flower, Wine, Sleep

• We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

  Virginia Woolf

  Lying, Sleep, Cutting

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1444, Delphi Classics

• Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.

  Virginia Woolf

  Dream, Wine, Sleep

  "The Common Reader". Book by Virginia Woolf, 1925.

• He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.

  Virginia Woolf

  Reading, Sleep, Hands

  Virginia Woolf (2016). “To the Lighthouse”, p.166, Tyché

• 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.

• Why, he wondered, did people who had been asleep always want to make out that they were extremely wide-awake?

  Virginia Woolf

  Sleep, People, Want

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1789, Delphi Classics

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