Virginia Woolf World Quotations

All the time she writing the world had continued.

For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity of our private emotions forget the public world. Both houses will be ruined, the public and the private, the material and the spiritual, for they are inseparably connected.

What a comfort is friendship in this world.

... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.

How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?

To be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.

Art is not a copy of the real world; one of the damn things is enough.

The world is crammed with delightful things

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever

I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.

If we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women...

But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him- he could not feel. He could reason; he could read, Dante for example, quite easily…he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then- that he could not feel.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.