To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
~Virginia, The Hours~
There is no actual reason i start this post with the quote above.
Well, i loved the movie a lot, Nicole Kidman played her role as Virginia Woolf magnificent. But this is about the words. These beautiful words, that i am so fascinated by, although i am not completely sure why.
There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.
I guess there is.
Sometimes you ask yourself where to find it.
I mean the real kind.
But than the question: what is real love?
Can real love ever end?
And if it ends, was it ever real?
And...can unreal love feels like the real stuff?
When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream. ”
~Paulo Coehlo The Alchemist~
Is this really true?
How do you know if you really want something enough?
And is everything you really want, also meant (to be) for you?
The line between sadness, loneliness and happiness is very thin, sometimes nearly recognisable.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
I am so wondering whether this is true or not.
What do you think?
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
Sorry for this post full of chaos.
My head is chaotic lately, so i can't do no else than bring that chaos onto this blog.
(Almost all photographs from here, here and here.
Virigina Woolf's quotes from here.)