Virginia Woolf Quotes

It's death, that's what I'm suffering from. The systematic encroachment of the big D.

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

DEATH . . . And now you are here to fight for this woman. You know her promise is given. She has to die or her husband won't go free. APOLLO Relax, I'm not breaking any laws. DEATH Why the bow, if you're breaking no laws? APOLLO I always carry a bow, it's my trademark.

Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

Obviously death is a theme I'm fascinated by.

I know it sounds weird, but how bad, how hard can dying be?

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

There are only two things to write about: life and death.

Death is a part of life ... and that part of life needs everything that the rest of life does.

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

Death is the ultimate disappointment

What is dying? Just what it is to put off a garment. For the body is about the soul as a garment; and after laying this aside for a short time by means of death, we shall resume it again with more splendor.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Death is my neighbor now.