Ricardo

“He was reading very quickly, as if he were eager to get to the end. Indeed they were very close to the
Lighthouse now.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“And what are two thousand years (asked Mr. Ramsay ironically, staring at the hedge). What, indeed, if you like from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot with will outlast Shakespeare.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“And, touching his hair with her lips, she thought, she will never be so happy again, but stopped herself, remembering how it angered her husband that she should say that. Still, it was true. They were happier now than they would ever be again.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Trying to preserve some "space for yourself" in the crowded domestic sphere feels like obsessively cupping your hands around thin air. You carve it out, the time you need, after much anxiety and debate, and get into the separate space and look between your hands and there it is — nothing. An empty victory.”
― Zadie Smith, Intimations