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.
My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 10 November 1929- ? Jan 17th 2013
I’ve had some very curious visions in this room too, lying in bed, mad, and seeing the sunlight quivering like gold water, on the wall. I’ve heard the voices of the dead. And felt, through it all, exquisitely happy.
Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf Volume 2: 1920-1924 (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Dec 16th 2012
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 5 November 1931.- ? Nov 16th 2012
I’m hollow and in urgent need of potentially miraculous wake-up pills. I shall mix them with my sleeping ones and heaven knows what may happen. Perhaps my destiny might even be fulfilled - oh nonsense. Each thought of mine equals stupidity and I fear.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries- ? Nov 11th 2012
So each night I tear off the old day from the calendar, and screw it tight into a ball. I do this vindictively. I do not pray. I revenge myself upon the day. I wreak my spite upon its image. You are dead now, I say, hated day.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves- ? Nov 3rd 2012
Why should I be bothering myself with questions which shall eternally remain unanswered? How queer that wave of agony; melancholy paralyzing my senses, beautifully, yet for nothing.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 5 July 1919.
- ? Oct 28th 2012
But often now this body she wore…this body, with all its capacities, seemed nothing —- nothing at all.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway- ? Oct 28th 2012
Why be always to bring up some feeling she had not got? There was a kind of blasphemy in it. It was all dry: all withered: all spent.
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse- ? Oct 27th 2012
I see my own worthlessness and failure so clearly; and lie gazing into the depths of the misery of human life; and then one gets up and everything begins again and it’s all covered up […]
Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters- ? Oct 27th 2012
Is it all dust and ashes?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 11 March 1939.- ? Oct 24th 2012
I feel extremely little. And don’t want to rouse feeling. What I’m afraid of is the taunt Charm and emptiness. That is my fear.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 20 May 1938.- ? Oct 19th 2012
Penetrating thoughts everywhere and a sense of isolation; I mumble incoherent phrases, I cannot write. I refuse to leave the room.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries- ? Oct 15th 2012
This gloom, this surrender to the dark waters which lap us about, is a modern invention.
Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room- ? Oct 5th 2012
Still I gape, like a young bird, unsatisfied, for something that has escaped me. I cannot keep myself together. I am like a log slipping smoothly over some waterfall.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Oct 2nd 2012
Rustling among my emotions, I found nothing better than dead leaves.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary Entry dated 30 September 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion)