I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Virginia WoolfRead
I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a struggle with emotional clarity, highlighting feelings of anger and sadness.
Virginia Woolf reflects on her emotional state, suggesting a profound struggle to articulate her feelings. The 'varieties of dull anger' indicate a pervasive dissatisfaction or frustration, while 'arrows of sadness' symbolize piercing moments of grief. This introspection illustrates the complexities of human emotion and the challenges of understanding one's inner turmoil.
In practice
This quote can be used in a support group setting to encourage discussions about emotional challenges.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.
I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.
I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.
London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
Humanity is the higher meaning of our planet, the nerve that connects this part of it with the upper world, the eye it raises to heaven.
Anyone who does not believe in miracles is not a realist.
Order and reason, beauty and benevolence, are characteristics and conceptions which we find solely associated with the mind of man.
Speaking of Self-realizatio n is a delusion. It is only because people have been under the delusion that the non-Self is the Self and the unreal the Real that they have to be weaned out of it by the other delusion called Self-realizatio n; because actually the Self always is the Self and there is no such thing as realizing it.
I am a person who feels guilty for crimes I have not committed, or have not committed in years. The police search the train station for a serial rapist and I cover my face with a newspaper, wondering if maybe I did it in my sleep. The last thing I stole was an eight-track tape, but to this day I'm unable to enter a store without feeling like a shoplifter. It's all the anxiety with none of the free stuff.
The moderation of people in prosperity is the effect of a smooth and composed temper, owing to the calm of their good fortune.
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