Virginia Woolf Quotes

People are ruthless, man.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.

We as people often subscribe to hope to feel better about our lives, to escape the harsh and sometimes cruel injustices of the world.

The real world is horrible.

… nature is not kind, or merciful, or loving

The real world is far more hellish for all us than any fictional representation of it.

Ruthlessness is not something that comes easily.

Kids are ruthless.

The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature.

It's a cruel world, don't you think?

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

Humanity either makes, or breeds, or tolerates all its afflictions.

I name the Assassins, who are to be cursed and fled. They sell themselves, are thirsty for blood, kill the innocent for a price and care nothing for either life or salvation.

History is merciless.

Today's world is very cruel.

One day it will be over, and I don't care.

By and large, prisons are survivable, though hope is indeed what you need least upon entering here; a lump of sugar would be more useful.

Non-fictionalised accounts of horrific accidents, bereavement, and the outrages of officialdom tend to move us deeply.

The real world is harsh.

I'm quite a ruthless, cold-hearted bastard. I always have been.

There is cruelty in the world Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.

Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.