Eloquent, profoundly melancholic, intelligent and deeply wise, sentimental and provocative yet always raw in terms of emotion, Virginia Woolf was a woman entirely ahead of her time. This is made with much love and respect in her memory.
What is more humiliating than to see all this dumb show of emotion and excitement gone through before our eyes when we know that what causes it - thought and imagination - are of no importance whatsoever?
Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 23rd 2013
Consume me.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 21st 2013
I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person.
Virginia Woolf “The Waves” (via good-morning-scarecrow)
- ? May 21st 2013
All is solemn, all is pale where she stands.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 21st 2013
I am alone in a hostile world.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 20th 2013
‘Virginia Woolf’
With dispassionate despair, with entire disillusionment, I surveyed the dust dance; my life, my friends’ lives, the willow tree by the river — clouds and phantoms made of dust too, of dust that changed, as clouds lose and gain and take gold or red and lose their summits and billow this way and that, mutable, vain. I, carrying my notebooks, making phrases, had recorded merely changes; a shadow, I had been sedulous to take note of shadows. How can I proceed now, I said, without a self, weightless and visionlesss, through a world weightless, without illusion?
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 19th 2013
I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 17th 2013
I am the weakest, the most innocent, the most trustful. You are all protected. I am naked.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 17th 2013
She was looking at the window. The words sounded as if they were floating like flowers on water out there, cut off from them all, as if no one had said them, but they had come into existence of themselves. She did not know what they meant, but, like music, the words seemed to be spoken by her own voice, outside herself, saying quite easily and naturally what had been in her mind while she said different things.
Virginia Woolf, from To The Lighthouse (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 16th 2013
Marc Hundley
I don’t call this life. Do you?
or, I hate being cautious.
2011
Acrylic on Canvas, 33 x 33”
To be flung into the sea, to be washed hither and thither, and driven about the roots of the world — the idea was incoherently delightful.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via light-essence)
- ? May 16th 2013
I suppose beauty first touched you and then the rest of the world. It is a certainty of mine; It first touched you, the world simply followed.
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 16th 2013
Why is what is easy so difficult?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 15 August 19231 (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 14th 2013
Always to be understood would be intolerable.
Virginia Woolf, from On Being Ill (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? May 13th 2013
