Virginia Woolf Quotes Novels & Stories

he answered as a matter-of-fact manner. “I have been to so many wonderful parties there, all these years. I mean, though I must say that neither the Uptons, nor the ones who came after them, whose names I can’t seem to remember at the moment. But this I know that they could not maintain that house just like it should have been or decorated at all. I mean, it was definitely nice, and all upscale but it was missing on a class,” said Virginia as she took a sip of the juice from her own glass. “And what is that you want regarding that Mother?” asked Oberon again, drily.

"Don't - Don't you think it's weird?" Violet had a pair of eyes that gave off the perpetual impression of being unconcerned and uninterested in whatever was going on. They weren't lifeless, but they gave off the impression that they preferred not to care more than they had to. This time, though, those eyes looked at me seriously as she spoke. "There is no such thing as right or wrong when it comes to love. It doesn't matter if it is public or private, ugly or beautiful in the sight of others, in the end, no one can decide a person's destiny when it comes to love. After all, it's not up to others to decide where you'll be happiest..."

Violet paused, she looked around us, "Or rather I should follow you." Violet began to pour diesel on herself, "Huh? What are you doing," I yelled, if she is out to kill herself then she will kill me too. "You know, Madison I really did love you," Violet threw the empty gallons to the side, "You are like a beautiful flower and I'm a dangerous Storm, do you know what happens when a storm takes place?" Why was she asking this, this wasn't the time for this, was this her dying statement? "It destroys the flower, maybe it was wrong for us to meet," Violet pecked my forehead.

Remembering the Prince's statement just now, he gave up his intention and buried it in his heart. “Oh yeah, by the way, will Charlotte and I just stay here tomorrow? Didn't you come with you to help find the evidence?" Suddenly Violet started a serious conversation with the intention of distracting herself from the awkwardness. “Women should not interfere in men's affairs. Moreover, my beloved wife's smooth hands should not have scratches." Gabriel stroked the back of Charlotte's hand gently. “Ah, you could say something like that. After all, how could it be that in my whole life I don't have a scratch on my hand."

The morning was warm, Venice doing that thing it did when the light hit the water at the right angle and everything looked like a painting. Violetta had been quiet for a bit. Unusual for her. Then she said, “Do you ever think about what your life would look like, if you could just leave.” Oriana looked at her. “Leave,” she said carefully. “Not forever necessarily,” Violetta said. She was looking at the water. Her voice was easy. Casual. The kind of casual that required effort. “Just to have some fun. If you had somewhere to go. Someone who could get you out safely.”

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

Violet chuckled at that last part "You've definitely read too many books." I understood where the advice was coming from now. She shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno, it's what I would do though but hey whatever you're okay with is fine too." She returned to focusing on the movie. Maybe I should try out what she said, would Annabeth be offended by the idea or was I really just blowing this out of proportion and it wasn't that of a big deal. I scrolled through news reports on my phone for the rest of the movie while Violet remained next to me glued to the screen.

Violet’s words came to me: Everything affects us. How does this affect me?

~STEWART~ What insolence! Who does Violet even think she is? She was acting all mighty and brave and thought she was all that. How would she live her life without me? I doubt she thought about the consequences of her statement before uttering them. I had never been this certain. She will crawl back to me and ask for my forgiveness. She couldn't do anything without me. That girl is useless without me. She said everything she said just because she was in the midst of people. She was merely trying to save a face.

“Alaric?” He blink his eyes twice before pointing the man who owns a coffee that I got spilled just minutes ago. My eyes blink twice as I try looking around to check my friends but they just shake their heads as a sign that they also got no extra paper with them. “One, discuss in five to ten sentences about the most important modernist and English writer Victoria Woolf and her work entitled To The Lighthouse.”