Virginia Woolf Quotes About Life Novels & Stories

Miranda continued, "Not to mention Bob Frost's poem, 'Tea is a religion of the art of life,' and a verse by Emma Dickson, 'There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.' "The poets of old have passed on, but we are still here. We gather here not just to enjoy the taste of tea but to find the reflections of life and the truth of existence within this activity. "Lastly, I leave you with this phrase, 'Life is like a cup of tea. It's all in how you make it.' May all of us learn to live life to the fullest! Thank you."

Then adds one more line, at the bottom of the page, underlined once: You are not unfinished. You are in progress. Those are different things. She closes the notebook. Outside the window, the Atlantic is enormous and indifferent and entirely crossed by people who had somewhere to be on the other side. She has somewhere to be on the other side. She has somewhere to be on several sides, now. That, she thinks, is exactly what a life should feel like.

Why is being alive so important when all it means is more time to suffer? “Stop being a pessimist, you peasant,” Hade said with a theatrical scoff. I turned to him. He was holding To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, of all things. “Your face says it all. You’re like an open book,” he added. “But damn, you’re good at lying. Scary good.” He smirked, put the book down, and looked straight at me. Like he could see through every thought I was trying not to think. You're one of the reasons I’m like this, I thought, but didn’t say. I just rolled my eyes.

"I know, it's like a lifetime ago we were just normal." Sara leaned into me, her eyes searching for something. "Do you ever think of how our lives might be if? If this never had taken place? I stuttered and fumbled for words. He repeated the question this time softly. "Sometimes," I said, "I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live a very simple life, free from all this. chaos." Sara smiled wistfully. "Me too," she whispered, "me too." Sara's eyes retreated to some invisible point and her voice took on the quality of a far-off echo. "Vincent was right, you know?

Violet fumed. “Four years old may be pretty young, but I doubt things were much different from what our entire childhood was.” he scoffed “Besides, do you really want everyone to believe you would have risked your life inside a burning building? You, who almost let me drown once, just because you didn’t want to jump in the lake and ruin your hairstyle? Don’t make me laugh, Violet. I don’t know who put this plan in your hands, but they should have chosen someone who had at least done a single selfless act in their life, unlike you.”

I muttered under my breath. "No one is born to suffer." she claimed. "Who knows, maybe those people was just a way for you to find your own life. Maybe the world doesn't want you to rely on them to have a normal life. Maybe it's up to you to make a life." "I want one." I answered. "But, what's the point of being free if that reason will be forgotten anyway?"