Virginia Woolf

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#deplorable #joy #life #sleep

For nothing matters except life; and, of course, order. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#order #life

Life and a lover ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love #life

For ourselves, who are ordinary men and women, let us return thanks to Nature for her bounty by using every one of the senses she has given us. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#senses #men

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#death

Mr Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#death

a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love

Septimus has been working too hard" - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love #philosophy #solitude #love

That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds) ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#lily-briscoe #philosophy #beauty