“Whatever happened, anything that will happen on the world, is a living moment that contains the amount of happiness, in this moment we touch life and the past power,” writes all past life and future. In one of my favorite books after the Kierkeegaard he asserted in his care for worries that “the minute is not a time atom but atom the last time, as it was stopped.”
Given that almost every cell in your body has changed since you are a child, given to all your values, desires now is now different from one second to the next person – what made you the same person – what's the same person – It is not a string of a string of a bead of beads that have rosary purposes.
Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882 “There they come to be in our minds; It is actually in existence “; we do not call me a thing. They are Antipode of what calls” non-authority – this habit and the unreasonable process that draws us in our nearest days.
In The periods of being (library) – A delicious collection of her autobiographical documents – writes:
Most everyday part is well. One move, food, see things, deal with what should be done; the broken vacuum of vacuum; To order dinner; writing orders in Mabel; washing; Cooking dinner; booking. When it is a bad day part of Non-St larger.
Her November of 1925 Mr Dalloway – Part of love is a book in these times to be time to be part of a part of the disallness. “To hold one of the characters. “- The Writing Writing:
The life itself is, all its time, all its drops, here, here, now, in the sun, Regent's Park, was enough. Excessively, exactly. The rest of the life was too short to take out, now as one finds strength, full taste; To remove all the eunt of happiness, every shade of meaning.
The question of health – completing it, which symphons, how you can live when the overflowing is caught. In the spring of 1928, while working with his consecutive novel Orlando .
A terrible air-windy day … life is too big or too crowded. Thankfully, I have never stopped following this harmful disgust. 46 I have no problem; be very afflicted; Make good decisions – you still feel like trying and is close to finding the truth as before … and I find myself driving a time written. I've wrote about it?
In a sense, you can live yet live against the time. Woolf triggered with an unusual depge of another autobiographical clip:
In the past it only returns when it is currently running so well that it is like a deep river. Then one person sees up to the depth. For those times I find one of my great satisfaction, not that I think of the past; But that's where I'm a fully living at present. At present when the past is supported is deeper than a thousand times there is pressed nearby, when the film on the camera reaches the eye. But to feel slippery in the past, the silence is required. Currently it must be smooth, normal. For this reason – that destroys the fullness of life – any break – like the house moving – causes excessive grief; It is broken; Hugs; It converts deep into small slinters.
Since Woolf thought of these good thoughts and wrote these fine sentences, he endured full pressure that ended up the pressure that led him to fill his pockets without a river, never. He had come to Brink and, twenty. That he lived fifty-nine and nine despite such suffering, that he wrote the lasting light he did, it is to carry out the wonderful spirit “of holding experiences a little, slowly, inside the light.”
It is for his protagonist Mr Dalloway Whether the good Woolf captures these attractive archives:
Clissa (falling on the dressing table) went into the heart of time, and then, when – the moment of this morning, the dressing, and all the bottles that were (as a glass), seeing a pink face), seeing the pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face), seeing a pink face. The critical woman's most fleeting is to give a group; Kaclarissa Dalloway; himself.
The times, Woolf knew and donated his life to know, our best listening tool to hear the soul of the soul is – a soul that is superior to the payable attention to pay attention.
It was another heartbreak to be when you walked in his field suggesting what Woolf was called “a great lens What does the writer – a great lens mean to be a singer, a man of which in Revelation:
I'm up … Vision … that behind the cotton wool is hidden the pattern; That we – I mean everyone – are connected to this; that the whole world is a work of art; That we are part of the artwork. Hamlet or beethoven quartet is the truth about this large weight that cost the world. But there are no newshakes, no Behothoven; Certainly also there is no God; We are words; We are music; We're something itself.
