Virginia Woolf Quotes

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

There is no love without suffering.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

If there is a worse place than Hell, I must be in it.

The greatest evil is physical pain.

Pain - that is what life is about, isn't it? Suffering with moments of reprieve.

Everybody has their pain.

Pain is pain.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!