Adeline Virginia Stephen, best known as Virginia Woolf was an English writer. She was born on January 25, 1882 in London and she died in March 28, 1941, near Rodmell, Sussex. She is considered one of the most important modernist 20th-century authors (especially when it comes to women) and whose novels, through their nonlinear approaches to narrative, exerted a major influence on the genre. She changed the way we tell stories and she was one of the first to use the "stream of consciousness" as known in English language, as a narrative device. Woolf was born in a very afluent family, in South Kensington (London). She was the seventh child of mother Julia Prinsep Jackson and father Leslie Stephen in a blended family of eight which included the modernist painter Vanessa Bell. She didn't go to school but was home-schooled in English classics and Victorian literature from a young age. She was also very involved in the women's rights movement, from where she came into contact while studying. Woolf began to write professionally in 1900 by influence of her father. Still to this day, she's one of the most important English writers and her work was also cited for inspiring feminism and other women around the world. Her works have been translated into more than 50 languages.
No! Virginia Woolf Woolf wrote a body of autobiographical work and more than 500 essays and reviews but those are definitely her most influential books. Woolf also wrote pioneering essays on artistic theory, literary history, women’s writing, and the politics of power.
Virginia Woolf suffered from depression and in the last days, she
couldn't fight her mental illness anymore. Unable to cope with her
despair, Woolf pulled on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones
and walked into the River Ouse on March 28, 1941. As she waded into the
water, the stream took her with it. The authorities found her body three
weeks later. In her suicide note, addressed to her husband, she wrote:
"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go
through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this
time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing
what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest
possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could
be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this
terrible disease came. I can't fight it any longer. I know that I am
spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I
know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I
want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have
been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say
that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have
been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your
goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think
two people could have been happier than we have been. V."
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life." — Virginia Woolf.
"I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people." — Virginia Woolf.
"I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn." — Virginia Woolf.
"She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone." — Virginia Woolf.