Summer has been consuming my energy in the most ruthless way.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. June 1927 featured in “Diaries,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
I hate the thought of being a dilettante. Yet if I got a Phd & taught, I’d never write. And writing is my health; if I could once break through my cold-selfconsciosness and enjoy things for their own sake, not for what presents and acclaim I may receive. B was right: I avoid doing things, because if I do not do them, I can’t be said to fail at them. A coward’s custard.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (November 4, 1959)
a few pages from the 19th century diary of miss elizabeth aveling. i don’t know who she was or where she was from, but holding her diary of sketches and daydreams was transcendent.
“The past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, & thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”— The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol. III (1925-1930)