Virginia Woolf Quotes About Youth

Quotes about: Youth

• One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

  Virginia Woolf

  Birthday, Time, Maturity

  Virginia Woolf (1986). “The Essays of Virginia Woolf: 1912-1918”, Chatto & Windus

• 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

• This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

  Virginia Woolf

  Echoes, Self, Sea

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1446, Delphi Classics

• Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.

  Virginia Woolf

  Real, Character, Men

  Virginia Woolf (2017). “Moments Of Being”, p.100, Random House

• ... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

  Virginia Woolf

  Art, Criticism, And Love

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

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