Friday, October 5, 2007

the world seen through the eyes of love

Friday, October 5, 2007

They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love. The sky stuck to them; the birds sang through them. And, what was even more exciting, she felt, too, as she saw Mr Ramsay bearing down and retreating, and Mrs Ramsay sitting with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.

- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse


Anonymous said...

I thought love - is blind? - has blinders?

Angeli said...

is it? or perhaps it's accepting a person despite all of his or her imperfections. and loving him or her more for it.

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