The Waves Quotes

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Virginia Woolf
“And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Lord, how unutterably disgusting life is! What dirty tricks it plays us, one moment free; the next, this. Here we are among the breadcrumbs and the stained napkins again. That knife is already congealing with grease. Disorder, sordidity and corruption surrounds us. We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds. It is with these greasy crumbs, slobbering over napkins, and little corpses that we have to build. Always it begins again; always there is the enemy; eyes meeting ours; fingers twitching ours; the effort waiting. Call the waiter. Pay the bill. We must pull ourselves up out of the chairs. We must find our coats. We must go. Must, must, must — detestable word. Once more, I who had thought myself immune, who had said, "Now I am rid of all that", find that the wave has tumbled me over, head over heels, scattering my possessions, leaving me to collect, to assemble, to head together, to summon my forces, rise and confront the enemy.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“I need someone whose mind falls like a chopper on a block; to whom the pitch of absurdity is sublime, and a shoestring adorable. To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Must, must, must — detestable word. Once more, I who had thought myself immune, who had said, "Now I am rid of all that", find that the wave has tumbled me over, head over heels, scattering my possessions, leaving me to collect, to assemble, to head together, to summon my forces, rise and confront the enemy.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“We are all swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shade...”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Life, how I have dreaded you," said Rhoda, "oh, human beings, how I have hated you! How you have nudged, how you have interrupted, how hideous you have looked in Oxford Street, how squalid sitting opposite each other staring in the Tube! Now as I climb this mountain, from the top of which I shall see Africa, my mind is printed with brown-paper parcels and your faces. I have been stained by you and corrupted. You smelt so unpleasant, too, lining up outside doors to buy tickets. All were dressed in indeterminate shades of grey and brown, never even a blue feather pinned to a hat. None had the courage to be one thing rather than another. What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you changed me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into wastepaper baskets with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

E.M. Forster
“The Waves is an extraordinary achievement ... It is trembling on the edge. A little less - and it would lose its poetry. A little more - and it would be over into the abyss, and be dull and arty. It is her greatest book.”
E.M. Forster

Virginia Woolf
“I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“There Rhoda sits staring at the blackboard,' said Louis, 'in the
schoolroom, while we ramble off, picking here a bit of thyme,
pinching here a leaf of southernwood while Bernard tells a story.
Her shoulder-blades meet across her back like the wings of a small
butterfly. And as she stares at the chalk figures, her mind lodges
in those white circles, it steps through those white loops into
emptiness, alone. They have no meaning for her. She has no answer
for them. She has no body as the others have. And I, who speak
with an Australian accent, whose father is a banker in Brisbane, do
not fear her as I fear the others.”
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
“Something now leaves me; something goes from me to meet that figure who is coming, and assures me that I know him before I see who it is. How curiously one is changed by the addition, even at a distance, of a friend. How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed up, become part of another. As he approaches I become not myself but Neville mixed with somebody - with whom? - with Bernard? Yes, it is Bernard, and it is to Bernard that I shall put the question, Who am I?”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountain, falling. It makes no sign, it does not beckon, it does not see us. Behind it roars the sea. It is beyond our reach. Yet there I venture. There I go to replenish my emptiness, to stretch my nights and fill them fuller and fuller with dreams. And for a second even now, even here, I reach my object and say, “Wander no more. All is trial and make-believe. Here is the end.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime”
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
“Y el poema me parece que sólo es tu voz hablando.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Nevertheless, life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday; then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; pain is absorbed in growth. Opening and shutting, shutting and opening, with increasing hum and sturdiness, the haste and fever of youth are drawn into service until the whole being seems to expand in and out like the mainspring of a clock. How fast the stream flows from January to December! We are swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shadow. We float, we float …”
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
“To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“You look, eat, smile, are bored, pleased, annoyed - that is all I know. Yet this shadow which has sat by me for an hour or two, this mask from which peep two eyes, has power to drive me back, to pinion me down among all those other faces, to shut me in a hot room; to send me dashing like a moth from candle to candle.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Tengo raíces, pero floto.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Una noche vi una estrella corriendo entre las nubes, y le dije: ''Consúmeme''.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“The tiger leapt, and the swallow dipped her wings in dark pools on the other side of the world.”
Woolf Virginia, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“The red carnation that stood in the vase on the table of the restaurant when we dined together with Percival is become a six-sided flower; made of six lives”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“Our hands touch, our bodies burst into fire. The chair, the cup, the table-nothing remains unlit. All quivers, all kindles, all burns clear.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.”
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
“Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves”
Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf
“I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for someone to wear them.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Virginia Woolf
“life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday, then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; the pain is absorbed in growth.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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