Quotes about Individuality
So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.
— Virginia Woolf
Well, I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married.
— Virginia Woolf
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
— Virginia Woolf
It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only?
— Virginia Woolf
Freedom and fullness of expression are of the essence of the art.
— Virginia Woolf
With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being.
— Virginia Woolf
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
— Virginia Woolf
To be myself (I note) I need the illumination of other people's eyes, and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self.
— Virginia Woolf
when I ask you to earn money and have a room of your own, I am asking you to live in the presence of reality, an invigorating life, it would appear, whether one can impart it or not.
— Virginia Woolf
There was in Lily a thread of something; a flare of something; something of her own Mrs. Ramsay liked very much indeed, but no man would, she feared. [...] He was not in love of course; it was one of those unclassified affections of which there are so many.
— Virginia Woolf
She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...
— Virginia Woolf
You are you. That is what consoles me for the lack of many things.
— Virginia Woolf