To the Lighthouse Quotes.

1. "What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

2. "For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

3. "He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

4. "To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!"
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

5. "She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

6. "And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

7. "About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

8. "Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

9. "Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

10. "...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the air. Where to begin?--that was the question at what point to make the first mark? One line placed on the canvas committed her to innumerable risks, to frequent and irrevocable decisions. All that in idea seemed simple became in practice immediately complex; as the waves shape themselves symmetrically from the cliff top, but to the swimmer among them are divided by steep gulfs, and foaming crests. Still the risk must run; the mark made."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse