Quote for Today: Virginia Woolf
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own Image by Pexels from Pixabay …
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own Image by Pexels from Pixabay …
When, however, one reads of a witch being dunked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man …
He sighed profoundly, and flung himself–there was a passion in his movements which deserves the word–on the earth at the foot of the oak tree. He loved, beneath all this …
But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil …
Habits gradually change the face of one’s life as time changes one’s physical face, and one does not know it. –Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Three: 1925-1930 …
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 …
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the …