#To the Lighthouse

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "To The Lighthouse," originally published in 1927

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

[martyr0l0gy]

thinking about lighthouse keepers and stormy seas again

[amicus-noctis]

“I am out with lanterns looking for myself” - Emily Dickinson

Painting: "Walk With Lanterns" 1879 by Ilja Repin

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[bookmania]

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

[shisasan]

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse [originally published 1927]

[whilereadingandwalking]

“She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke upon the beach…and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!”—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[woundgallery]

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

[cruelempire]

“they looked at each other down the long table sending those questions and answers across, each knowing exactly how the other felt”

To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from To The Lighthouse

[vysogotaofcorvo]

Imagine that you and I shared a personal language, one that only we two could interpret.

Perhaps we do.

Communication (wikipedia) / The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin / Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky / Ineffability (wikipedia) / Emma by Jane Austen / Solaris by Stanislaw Lem / Making Amends - panel 2 by Holly Warburton / To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf / Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb

[existentialblake]

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the universe.

[metamorphesque]

For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse