Virginia Woolf Quotes

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

Time seems to stop in certain places.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.

A period of silence on your part would be welcome.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the thing you can't hear, and not bothering.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it's hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

The residents had eliminated both past and future, and for all their activity, they existed in a civilized and eventless world.

When in doubt, stand still.

True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.

Running to stand still -Lena

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.

There's a space at the bottom of an exhale, a little hitch between taking in and letting out that's a perfect zero you can go into. There's a rest point between the heart muscle's close and open - an instant of keenest living when you're momentarily dead. You can rest there.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them?