Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
[text ID: A lovely September day—tender—]
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Virginia Woolf, The Years
[ID text: It was an uncertain spring. end ID]
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“Summer has been consuming my energy in the most ruthless way.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. June 1927 featured in “Diaries,”
“Slowly I’m renewing my soul.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. May 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I luxuriate more in a whole day alone; a day of easy natural poses; slipping tranquilly off into the deep water of my own thoughts, navigating the underworld.
Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 18 June 1926 (via apoetreflects)
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What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via fewthistle)
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Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)