My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness. Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf’s seminal novel, turned 91 today. The JSTOR blog has a great round-up of essays on the book.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. Virginia Woolf, The Waves
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman. Virginia Woolf (via indicio)
Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart & mind. I love thinking of you. Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Virginia Woolf, dated 13 August 1919. Something I could write in quite a few overdue letters (emails) to …
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life. ” Virginia Woolf
And since a novel has this correspondence to real life, its values are to some extent those of real life. But it is obvious that the values of women differ very often from the values which have been made by the other sex; naturally, this is so. Yet it is the masculine values that prevail. …
o-delaisse: Virginia Woolf’s desk.
roumwild: “Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack”- Virginia Woolf
What a great picture of Virginia Woolf.