“She hollowed her hands in her lap, just as Rose had hollowed hers round her ears. She held her hands hollowed; she felt that she wanted to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding.”—The Years, Virginia Woolf (via sketchofthepast)
“…so dark, so bright, so hard, so soft, was she, so astonishingly seductive that it was a thousand pities that there was no one there to put it in plain English, and say outright ‘Damn it Madam, you are loveliness incarnate,’ which was the truth.”— Orlando by Virginia Woolf (via reasontoodreams)
