Virginia Woolf Quotes About Life Novels & Stories

I said nothing but continued washing. “You know… you should’ve considered having children by now, Eleanor. At your age, it’s a little… sad, don’t you think?” My hand froze on the dish I was scrubbing, my fingers gripping the plate just a little too tightly. I turned slowly, finally meeting Victoria’s gaze. “Excuse me?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh, come on. You know what I mean. A woman’s place is to have a family, isn’t it? But you, you’re… well, you’re still you, the poor girl from some family that my brother married out of pity.”

“Because if there's anyone capable of profiting even from my madness, it's you.” Their soft laughter lingered, warm and conspiratorial, for a few moments. “I need to do something with my life,” Vittoria murmured, tracing the rim of her cup, lost in thought. “Ever since I graduated, I haven’t taken a single real step forward. Maybe Giuliano’s right. Deep down, I feel like I’m not really living my life.” “So, what’s the plan?” Bianca asked, leaning forward, her eyes sharp with curiosity about what was brewing in her friend’s mind.

She took a piece of paper and wrote some words: Weakness, desire, fear, free will, and choice. Vlad set by the table as well and observed her as she wrote: "Are you finding your answers?" "No, but I am progressing with ideas. I lack the methodology. Vlad, how did you come up with your philosophy in life?" "Death." "What?" "Death will make you understand the triviality of things. When you meet death on the battlefield you won't care anymore about unnecessary things. In fact, facing death you will discover the majority of things are unnecessary and worthless." "I do not compare to you."

“This isn’t how I planned my life.” How it would affect my life was flooding my head. I couldn't cope, i held my head for it not to fall “Life is what happens when you make other plans,” Lou quoted. I frowned. “I don’t remember who said that, but it’s absolutely true.” She gave me a long, smiling look. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”

"Well, I don't really do anything. I train, help my father with some useless chores. Now that I think about it, I'm not very useful." Jack clenched his eyes intrigued. "And what would you like to do if you had the chance to choose something? Anything…" he continued. Violet kept looking at him, realizing how her life was not exciting at all. All she ever did was train to contain her inner wolf and live on the shadows of Arden. She had never really accomplished anything. Did she have any hobbies at all? "Well, that's a very nice question. One I don't know how to answer. I guess I never really thought about that. I kind of like to paint. Does that count?"

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.

It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said. I am living life , I just don't see a need to get drunk or live wildly. I'm simple and I love it that way. If people do not agree with it , then screw them. I'm my own woman Yasss , you go girl My inner voice pats me on the back.

He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Violet had threatened them at such a young age; that was more like her. “Are you laughing?” “I'm just happy; please don't misinterpret it. She is such a wonderful woman; I did not make a mistake in entrusting my life to her.” “Only time will tell, but she is fantastic regardless of what others say.” “She is, indeed. Is it okay if I ask another question?”

"Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another." -Ernest Hemingway- *** “She is still so young, how pitiful.” Victoria heard those words being whispered by the people inside the funeral house. She might have her vision forward as she walked down the aisle toward the casket to place the last bouquet before they closed it. Still, she was not stupid. She knew exactly what these people were thinking.

“But wouldn’t living a predictable life get boring? I think it’s more meaningful when you don’t know what’ll happen next. It’s like... cooking dinner. You won’t know how it’ll turn out until you’ve actually tasted it.” I blinked, trying to process what she had just compared life to. Of all things, it was cooking. Just like how I did with my writing. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “So, you’re saying life’s like... questionable cooking? Are you trying to tell me you’re bad at it?”