Virginia Woolf Quotes

What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

I'm not the kind of guy that inspires madness in people.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

Passion is all but soft, it's not tender, it's violence to which you get hooked by pleasure.

Who loves, raves.

Passion is destructive; if it does not destroy, it dies.

Ah, but being in love made you mean and crazy. Love made you act like a fool even when you knew you were acting like a fool and couldn't help yourself from acting like a fool.

You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell. What I mean is that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.

Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

It's this subconscious part of me that knows just how far to go, and suddenly, everything bursts into flames.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust's strange inhumanity.

My love's a noble madness.

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

Passions unguided are for the most part mere madness.