This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth. . Virginia Woolf
About This Quote

On December 6, 1851, the English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote this moving poem. She was deeply in love with Robert Browning, a famous poet several years her senior and the father of her child. After he suddenly left her and their baby, she became depressed and ill. When she died of a brain hemorrhage in 1861, she was thirty-five years old.

Her death came as a great shock. The fact that she had received such a terrible blow after living such a satisfying life was puzzling to people who knew her.

Source: The Waves

Some Similar Quotes
  1. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. - Unknown
  2. My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will... - Charles Bukowski
  3. If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled? - Jodi Picoult
  4. Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. - J.k. Rowling
  5. Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone. - Mitch Albom
More Quotes By Virginia Woolf
  1. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
  2. Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
  3. Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>So I am doing what seems the...
  4. What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
  5. To love makes one solitary.
Related Topics