Virginia Woolf Quotes:
Ocupation: Writer
Life: January 25, 1882 - March 28, 1941
Birthday: January 25
Death: March 28
Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magnificent head before her—who will blame him if he does homage to the beauty of the world?
source: Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.28, Virginia Woolf
topic: Stars, Hero, Book, Wife And Son, Perishing
