Virginia Woolf Quotes About Life Novels & Stories

I asked, all kidding aside. "I don't know. That I made a difference? That I saved lives? A kid didn't go to bed hungry, a genius wasn't wasted, a girl didn't throw her life away. Something other than 'nice tan'." "To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people only exist," I quoted Oscar Wilde. "What do you say we get you living, not existing." She snorted. "Easier said than done." I lifted her up off of me, and sat her in my lap. "Amy, today, as Cliché as this may sound, is the first day of the rest of your life."

The dynamics among them had become increasingly intricate as they aged. "Why fret over these things?" Violet smiled reassuringly. "It's all fate, in the end. We should cherish it. And as for what to call each other, as long as we're comfortable, it doesn't really matter. "Throughout the years, we've become like a family, and that's not something that can change overnight." Laughter filled the room as everyone embraced Violet's wisdom. Life's brevity struck them, and Violet's words resonated—constantly letting insignificant matters bother them would make living exhausting.

I could finally understand it today. "But Hana, what would you do if father brings you here?" Violet asked me with concern in her voice. "I will go with the flow of my life even if it drowns me." This is the reality of my life. It was never easy. A wry smile touched my lips. The colour of his fucking eyes!! How did I even dare to think that my life would let me have a date night?

he answered as a matter-of-fact manner. “I have been to so many wonderful parties there, all these years. I mean, though I must say that neither the Uptons, nor the ones who came after them, whose names I can’t seem to remember at the moment. But this I know that they could not maintain that house just like it should have been or decorated at all. I mean, it was definitely nice, and all upscale but it was missing on a class,” said Virginia as she took a sip of the juice from her own glass. “And what is that you want regarding that Mother?” asked Oberon again, drily.

I whisper. “Then go…" “I can't-” “No such word as can't!” He mumbles, standing up from the table. I chuckle, “that’s precisely what my mother used to say.” I look down at the table, drawing figure eights on it with my fingertip.” “Wise lady,” he mutters. “Doctor Cameron-” I start. “Go, Miss Bishop. If it's one thing that I have learnt in life, it is that life can be taken away in a split second. Don't walk through life wondering 'what if'.” He states firmly, picking up his backpack from the ground.

She sat with her legs crossed, sipping a coffee she’d brought herself, her sharp eyes scanning the expensive view of the ocean. "Nice house," Viola said, her voice like gravel. "Nice husband. Nice life. You’ve done a lot of 'living' for a girl who thinks she belongs in a grave with her brother." I flinched. The bluntness hit like a physical blow. "I don't think I belong in a grave."

Vincent, who had been still nursing a mug of tea in the corner, broke in," That does sound like a hell of an albatross, Flora. I mean, I have seen how prospects can suffocate you if you let them get to you. But I have also learned that occasionally letting yourself go is a matter of embracing them and also burning them down little by little." Lorne, as always curt, lumbered from behind a battered office," You sound like you are in one of those deep, deep moods of philosophizing. Just flash back , sprat, sometimes you need to take life by the cornucopias rather of allow life to trample you."

I pull out a slim volume of Mary Oliver's work and flip to a random page: "Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" The words hit me like a physical blow. What am I doing with my one wild and precious life? "Find something?" Derek appears beside me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Mary ," I say softly. "I used to love her work." "Used to?" "Alexander thinks poetry is impractical. He says it's fine as a hobby, but not something to take seriously." "And what do you think?" I look down at the book in my hands. "I think... I think I'd forgotten h

My reason for life. My everything. My existence depends on her. I gave my all this evening; I took a plain, bog standard evening and turned it fun and exciting. Virginia was laughing, and smiling; finding it funny how I kept missing the holes during crazy golf, or how I splattered my mussels sauce down my shirt. It was a complete accident, but it made Virginia laugh, so I can take a little humiliation to see her eyes light up again. Virginia Rosalie Lawless. The love of my life.

“Isn’t your child worth fighting for? Don’t you want to live for your child?” “I’ll be having a child born into a broken home?” Ava laughed dryly. “Do you think that’s what I want? Everything is working against me, everything. I’m tired and I don’t know what else to do except lay in bed and wait for everything to pass.” “Life doesn’t work that way, Ava,” Violet replied. “We’ve got to make the best of what we’ve got and look forward to it with a clear mind.”