Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One's Own Quotes
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.
Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.
Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.
It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.
I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter
Possibly when the professor insisted a little too emphatically upon the inferiority of women, he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority.
You cannot, it seems, let children run about the streets. People who have seen them running wild in Russia say that the sight is not a pleasant one.
Freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art.
Literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
