Poetry Quote by Virginia Woolf — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.”

“I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.”

“When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”

“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over.”

“I might just end up writing again”

“Sully suffers from a stutter,”

“The Girl With Many Eyes”

“Some of the greatest poetry is revealing to the reader the beauty in something that was so simple you had taken it for granted.”

“They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.”

“One impulse from a vernal wood”