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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Leonard Woolf, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
"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 be run; the mark made."
From "To the Lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf
"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day."
virginia woolf
“I’ve done my best to see you as you are, without any of this damned romantic nonsense. That was why I asked you here, and it’s increased my folly. When you’re gone I shall look out of that window and think of you. I shall waste the whole evening thinking of you. I shall waste my whole life, I believe.” ― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "Mrs Dalloway," first published in 1925
For what more terrifying revelation can there be than that it is the present moment?
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Thought and life are as the poles asunder.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
the equable but confused light of a summer’s morning in which everything is seen but nothing is seen distinctly
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
‘It is equally vain,’ she thought, ‘for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you.’
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
It is all an illusion (which is nothing against it, for illusions are the most valuable and nessecary of all things, and she who can create one is among the world’s greatest benefactors),
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Everything, in fact, was something else.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
of loveliness in the snow and faithlessness in the flood;
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Still he looked; still he paused. It is these pauses that are our undoing.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
The darkness was more compassionate to his swollen and violent heart.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
those eyes which looked as if they had been fished from the bottom of the sea
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Violence was all. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
virginia woolf / a letter to vita sackville-west
Virginia Woolf on writing and consciousness in a sublime letter to her lover, Vita Sackville-West
24.03.2023 I'm sorry for the lack of update, my schedule becomes so hectic especially when it's now Ramadhan. Bought new books and won some tropical scented candle.