'The sea encircles the story in a brilliant ebb and flow' - Rachel Billington • What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. •For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. • She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. •Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it. Book- To the Lighthouse Author - Virginia Woolf #bookstagram #bookfound #book #books #bookshelf #bookworm #aesthetic #vsco #booklover #quotestagram #quotesaboutlife #read (at To the Lighthouse) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRqW_sxrbCa/?utm_medium=tumblr
