To The Lighthouse By Virginia Woolf: Among The Best Reads I Had In 2021. Outrageously Well Written And

To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: among the best reads I had in 2021. Outrageously well written and heavily reflective. The book feels feels like touching one's wounds with grace. Absolutely recommendable and reread-worthy.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[ID: But wait - I sat all night waiting - an impulse again runs through us; we rise, we toss back a mane of white spray; we pound on the shore; we are not to be confined.]

There is poetry in the silence

that ensues between two intimate souls, which either dies or is often misinterpreted by the needfulness for consistency of speech. Where love happens, silence is also a language of intimacy, but sadly, it's always a unwanted guest. Lovers tend to rely on, to depend on language, on speech more than ever so that they bring forth evidence for the love they bear for each other. And now that it's the age of social media, the era of over-communication, Lovers seem to lose gradually the notion of silence, of speechlessness, of muteness, of the quiet that roams between their bodies which every time it tries to outwin their speech to speak their minds louder in ways they cannot with language; it shrinks, it's beaten and defeated so almost exiled.

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It's not about love. It's about loving, the ability to be able to love constantly, frequently, regularly. It's about the quality you put into the action. I know you are capable of love, but are you able to loving? Love is primordial. It exits before you do, it is happening now as we read this, somewhere in many ways and colours. It's not about love, it's about how willing, how ready you are to act on loving. Think less of love as a noun and more as a verb and the answer will come to the tip of your tongue.

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Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.

Artwork: Evening, Maurice Pirenne.

I cannot speak coherently. I cannot put up show to everyone. I am not sane. The truth is there's always blood in my mind, I have clogged pores inside my brain, but they're not strictly pores. They have pointy ends, like cutting edges, I am had in the sharp teeth of my thoughts. I cannot speak coherently but I care about you and I would listen to you through day and night.

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