Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.

It's on this day. This day of all days. Her fate becomes clear to her.

Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? It is possible to die. It is possible to die.

Virginia Woolf: You return to what?
Vanessa Bell: Tonight. Oh, just some insufferable dinner not even you could envy, Virginia.
Virginia Woolf: But I do.

Angelica Bell: What were you thinking about?
Virginia Woolf: I was going to kill my heroine. But I've changed my mind.

Angelica Bell: Goodbye.
Virginia Woolf: Goodbye, little girl.

I am saying, Vanessa, that even crazy people like to be asked.

Say something, Nessa! Didn't you think I seemed better?

Virginia Woolf: Do you think I may one day escape?
Vanessa Bell: One day.

Angelica Bell: What happens when we die?
Virginia Woolf: What happens?
[pause]
Virginia Woolf: We return to the place that we came from.
Angelica Bell: I don't remember where I came from.
Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast.

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