Quotes about Inspiration
I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters; I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humor, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, & each comes to daylight at the present moment.
— Virginia Woolf
Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.
— Virginia Woolf
Never had any boy begged apples as Orlando begged paper; nor sweetmeats as he begged ink. Stealing away from talk and games, he had hidden himself behind curtains, in priest's holes, or in the cupboard behind his mother's bedroom which had a great hole in the floor and smelt horribly of starling's dung, with an inkhorn in one hand, a pen in another, and on his knee a roll of paper.
— Virginia Woolf
Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!
— Virginia Woolf
Even the names of the books gave me food for thought.
— Virginia Woolf
I see it all. I feel it all. I am inspired. My eyes fill with tears. Yet even as I feel this. I lash my frenzy higher and higher. It foams. It becomes artificial, insincere. Words and words and words, how they gallop - how they lash their long manes and tails, but for some fault in me I cannot fly with them, scattering women and string bags. There is some flaw in me - some fatal hesitancy, which, if I pass it over, turns to foam and falsity
— Virginia Woolf
there were masses of pictures she had not seen; however, Lily Briscoe reflected, perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.
— Virginia Woolf
She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...
— Virginia Woolf
I will write, she had said, what I enjoy writing.
— Virginia Woolf
Swelling, perpetually augmented, there is a vast accumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.
— Virginia Woolf
Sometimes it seems to me that I shall never write out all the books I have in my head, because of the strain. The devilish thing about writing is that it calls upon every nerve to hold itself taut. This is exactly what I cannot do--
— Virginia Woolf
Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing fireworks inside him.
— Virginia Woolf