Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
Virginia WoolfTags: green-eyes
His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life...
Virginia WoolfI feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.
Virginia WoolfIf we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women...
Virginia WoolfFor if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul’s, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet. A poet is Atlantic and lion in one. While one drowns us the other gnaws us. If we survive the teeth, we succumb to the waves. A man who can destroy illusions is both beast and flood. Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life—(and so on for six pages if you will, but the style is tedious and may well be dropped).
Virginia WoolfWhy must they grow up and lose it all?
Virginia WoolfMy notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.
Virginia WoolfIt is the duty of the writer to describe.
Virginia WoolfStill, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.
Virginia WoolfWhy, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?
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