Barn Swallow by scottdodgson
Alleen de zon heeft recht op haar vlekken.
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I want, so I am.
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Als denken door liefde wordt verlicht,
heeft genade er glans aan toegedicht.
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Julian Bell in 1929

Simone de Beauvoir and her sister Hélène de Beauvoir. Sartre’s funeral. Cemitière Montparnasse, Paris, April 19, 1980. Photo: France Presse Archives.
I’ve been quite miserable. You’d call me selfish — but I feel it more and more; I feel the need to be alone with people who understand without having to try. I need that sense of effortlessness right there — I just refuse to hold back these days. I refuse to settle for some lucidity of mind in my own privacy and then no more energy left, no more vitality left to keep me going. It’s all anxiety and restlessness. And — I find it more and more hard to waste my time on people I don’t truly care about for I feel they don’t care enough either. Or they do care, in their own way, but it’s just not meaningful to me whatsoever. Does it all lie in my complete inability to receive? At any rate, I think they surely like the idea — that’s why they obviously keep coming around for tea! But at this point, I can’t have that — and there’s no point, really, for they don’t understand, ever, and in all my misery I am still pretty arrogant and demanding enough to believe that it is my right to wish to be felt rather than be understood but that doesn’t seem to happen either. So, here it is: is it possible? I ask. Is “emotion” possible without “understanding” of some sort? Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Why have I forgotten so many things that must have been, one would have thought, more memorable than what I do remember? Why remember the hum of bees in the garden going down to the beach […] Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past (via wavingtovirginia)
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This is perhaps not what you call an intimate letter? but I disagree. The book that one is writing at the moment is really the most intimate part of one, and the part about which one preserves the strictest secrecy. What is love or sex, compared with the intensity of the life one leads in one’s book? Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Virginia Woolf, dated 24 July 1929. (via sangfroidwoolf)
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I like her. She makes life interesting. She, herself, is interesting, I suppose. She talks right from the heart. I appreciate her frankness and I like the fact that she doesn’t force the natural flow of a conversation. There’s personality in her words. She thus gets to the core of things and that’s important because with her — I can talk knowing that the talk is real! Oh believe me, it’s amazingly real! And she also gives me the oportunity to listen as fully and completely as possible. And I can’t seem to get her out of my head […] Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
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❝Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.❞                                 -Virginia Woolf

NovelsThe Voyage Out ✖ Night and Day ✖ Jacob’s Room ✖ Mrs Dalloway ✖ To the Lighthouse ✖ Orlando: A Biography ✖ The Waves ✖ The Years ✖ Between the Acts
Short Story CollectionsKew Gardens ✖ Monday or Tuesday ✖ A Haunted House and Other Short Stories ✖ Mrs Dalloway’s Party ✖ The Complete Shorter Fiction
BiographiesFlush: A Biography ✖ Roger Fry: A Biography
Non-fiction booksModern Fiction ✖ The Common Reader ✖ A Room of One’s Own ✖ On Being Ill ✖ The London Scene ✖ The Common Reader: Second Series ✖ Three Guineas ✖ The Death of the Moth and Other Essays ✖ The Moment and Other Essays ✖ The Captain’s Death Bed And Other Essays ✖ Granite and Rainbow ✖ Books and Portraits 
DramaFreshwater: A Comedy
Autobiographical writings and diariesMoments of Being ✖ A Moment’s Liberty: the shorter diary ✖ The Diary of Virginia Woolf ✖ The Platform of Time: Memoirs of Family and Friends
LettersCongenial Spirits: The Selected Letters ✖ The Letters of Virginia Woolf 1888–1941 
Photograph albumsMonk’s House photograph album 1, 1863–1938 ✖ Monk’s House photograph album 2, 1909–1922 ✖ Monk’s House photograph album 3, 1890–1933 ✖ Monk’s House photograph album 4, 1890–1947 ✖ Monk’s House photograph album 5, 1892–1938 ✖ Monk’s House photograph album 6, 1850–1900
I will not be ‘famous,’ ‘great.’ I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one’s self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded. from A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf (via shakespearewasaunicorn)
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The lady sits writing.
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