Juntralai

“I snatched the telephone and the buzz, buzz, buzz of its stupid voice in your empty room battered my heart down, when the door opened and there you stood. That was the most perfect of our meetings. But these meetings, these partings, finally destroy us.”
― Virginia Woolf

“But if one day you do not come after breakfast, if one day i see you in some looking-glass perhaps looking after another, if the telephone buzzes and buzzes in your empty room, I shall then, after unspeakable anguish, I shall then - for there is no end to the folly of the human heart - seek another, find another, you. Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time's clock with one blow. Come closer.”
― Virginia Woolf

“The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, strange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print—the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“To whom shall I give all that now flows through me, from my warm, my porous body? I will gather my flowers and present them - Oh! to whom?”
― Virginia Woolf