Virginia Woolf Writing Quotes Novels & Stories

“Though, they will never be like us.” “Ah, I see,” Violet said. Part of her wanted to discard everything the woman was saying, but seeing how everyone reacted when they spoke of him, she found it hard to deny that there might be a grain of truth to her words. “How was he a wanna-be? What did he do?”

I put the flowers in a glass on the windowsill. Not a vase. I did not own a vase in this apartment yet. A glass. The flowers in a glass on the windowsill of the Brooklyn apartment. Pale and unassuming and communicating nothing. Just there. I looked at them. I thought about the six sentence statement. About *I wish Mr. Wolfe and his family well.* About the specific quality of a thing done not for effect but because it was right. I had not known what right felt like for a long time. I was learning.

"I know." "It's more specific than the chicken." "Everything is more specific than the chicken, Mira." She almost laughed. She held it back. She was doing the thing she did when a thing was large and she was deciding how large to let it be before she picked it up and looked at it. "What do I do with this?" she said. "Whatever you want." She looked at me. "You're quoting Kael." "He said it first. It was the right answer then. It's still the right answer."

"No women ever shot her man while he was doing dishes." ~ Author unknown. - "Everyday. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him everyday. He is absolutely necessary to me." Lucia read a quote from The picture of Dorian Gray. She vaguely smiled, this book meant so much to her. It was the book she once shared with him, a book that later hurt her because of the character he had compared her to but she loved it now. There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going.

“Sometimes writing becomes the room that listens when no one else does.” Her understanding was so gentle it almost hurt. My eyes stung and I looked away from the screen, pretending to shift my mic. She continued, “What were you feeling when you wrote that first scene? The one everyone keeps quoting?”

"I could easily forgive his pride if he had not mortified mine." -Jane Austen. (Pride & Prejudice) Violet I woke up with a raging headache and doors slamming shut in the house. When I managed to sit up, I found I was nakèd under the blanket and there was a note with pills waiting for me to down with the glass of water. I picked up the note and read his words, “We need to talk.”

I got into the car as well, sitting down and slamming the door with a bang, wanting to somehow vent all the anger I was feeling at that moment. " My grandmother is not a snob or whatever you're thinking about her right now, Virginia " I felt obligated to defend her "She was only manipulated by Lavinia.” " She proved that she is a snob! " Virginia insisted, speaking loudly and gesticulating with the same intensity "And if I worked in a nightclub, what would be the problem? Would I be unfit for a relationship with her grandson?” I sighed tiredly, and it was not even eleven o'clock in the morning.

"I meant that you deserve something of your own. Something that is not connected to me or Silas or your father's memory. Something that is just yours." Vienna looked at their intertwined fingers. "I have been taking care of other people my whole life. I do not know how to do something just for me." "Then learn. I will help you." "How?" "However you need. Time. Space. Money. Connections. Whatever it takes." Vienna was quiet for a long moment. She looked at the river. At the city lights. At the man who had given her everything. "I want to write," she said. "Write what?"

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.