Happy Birthday Virginia Woolf .

Happy Birthday Virginia Woolf 🙏.

"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."

_Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse_

Virginia Woolf, the writer who took refuge, took resort, took triumph, took life, and took vengence on life with Language. I always recommend her to friends and on social media. She was indeed a troubled woman, that only made her who she is. She wore her sufferings like her best attire. She lived her life but she saw through life in ways that few other writers could. She spoke for many things, she promoted many things, she aspired many things but what she does best is the art of reflection. She conjures up meaning out of nowhere, she pours life into inanimate, intangible things and defeats the ways of life by which it makes a man feels less, feels unimportant, or lost. Her human eye was indeed a beholder of many beauties and her mind a herald of many meanings. #readmorevirginiawoolf

"Travel is very useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

(Artwork by Emile Friant.)

It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, simply a fictitious narrative. Littré* says so, and he's never wrong.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just need to close your eyes.

(Artwork by Róbert Béreny.)

It's on the other side of life.

(Artwork by Ehsan Safavie.)

_Quote by French author Ferdinand Louis Céline from Journey To The End Of The Night_

"It happens that when I think of you I sway, I prance, I am carried away like a leaf in the wind until I lose the notion of who I am. And I realize that loving you wants more silence, more breath than speech and words. But then the wind stops. The leaf falls. I am still. I am firm. Statuesque. And I feel metaphorically heartbroken, then I realize that keeping you needs more speech, more words than silence and breath. But would the wind listen to the leaf, I wonder..."

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

You become so afraid

That you are willing

To surrender your desires

And crawl back into

A sheer safety amid your fears.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"My life is tears

and a fond heart،

longing, a book of poetry and a lute."

_A Life by Fudwa Tuqan_

"حياتي دموع

وقلب ولوع،

وشوق ، وديوان شعر ، وعود."

_حياة لفدوى الطوقان_

(Artwork Night Fall by Quang Ho.)

"This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy."

-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral-

(Melancolie by Albert György.)