Virginia Woolf

Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#inspirational #imagination

Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#inspirational #inspirational

One does not love a place the less because one has suffered in it. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#places #inspirational

It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love-hurts #experience

Anyhow, she thought, they are aware of each other; they live in each other; what else is love, she asked, listening to their laughter. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love

...(for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)... ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#beauty

There's no doubt in my mind that I've found out how to begin at this age to say sth in my own voice and that interests me so that I can go ahead without any : ) praise ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#age

Even things in a book-case change if they are alive; we find ourselves wanting to meet them again; we find them altered ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#change

Not as oneself did one find rest ever, in her experience (she accomplished here something dexterous with her needles) but as a wedge of darkness. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#experience

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#life #experience