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.
She could not find any pure new words which had never been ruffled and creased and had the starch taken out of them by others.
Virginia Woolf, The Complete Shorter Fiction Of Virginia Woolf- ? Apr 22nd 2013
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
Surfeited by the immense, unchanging emptiness my mind withdraws into itself.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries- ? Jan 10th 2013
I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far everytime the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the roks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves- ? Dec 22nd 2012
I walked straight up to you instead of circling round to avoid the shock of sensation as I used. But it is only that I have taught my body to do a certain trick. Inwardly, I am not taught; I fear, I hate, I love, I envy and despise you, but I never join you happily.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves- ? Nov 30th 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 do not let myself think. This is a fact. I cannot face much of the meaning. Shut my mind to anything but work and bowls. And I wonder as I let the month run through my fingers: Can I get out of it? Out of it all?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 12 November 1937. (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Nov 13th 2012
I’m fading gracefully. The tragedy does not lie upon the fall. It lies upon the leftovers of fatal grace.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 22 January 1933. (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Nov 12th 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
Was there no safety? No learning by heart the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, that this was life? - startling, unexpected, unknown? For one moment she felt that if they both got up, here, now on the lawn, and demanded an explanation, why was it so short, why was it so inexplicable, said it with violence, as two fully equipped human beings from whom nothing should be hid might speak, then beauty would roll itself up; the space would fill; those empty flourishes would form into shape; if only they shouted loud enough. Her eyes filled with tears.
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Nov 6th 2012
Today the usual symptoms - the odd falling; feeling of utter despair. I am perhaps depressed to feel I’m not a poet. Next time I’ll be one. And I’ve touched ground. Whatever happens I don’t think I can now be destroyed.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 24 November 1936. (via violentwavesofemotion)
- ? Nov 6th 2012