Dearest,
I feel certain, that I'm going mad again.
I think we can't go through another of these terrible times
and I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices
and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
I think we can't go through another of these terrible times
and I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices
and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that I'm spoiling your life
and without me you could work
and you will.
I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that I'm spoiling your life
and without me you could work
and you will.
I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me
and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me,
but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
You have been entirely patient with me
and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me,
but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Virignia.
taken from the novel: "The Hours" by Michael Cunningham
heading: Loreena McKennitt - The English Ladye and the Knight
3 comments:
'Tis sad to part after so much Happiness.
'Tis sad to see thou Lover's world crumble like the sand castle washed away by the incoming wave.
'Tis sad to say goodbye.
'Tis not sad in this world to have loved, to have given and to have received Love, because with Love, it is the only way the soul can actually see the Face of God.
Dear Leonard,
to look life in the face.Always, to look life in the face.And to know it for what it is.And last,to know it,to love it,for what it is,and to put it away.Leonard,always the years between us.Always the years,always,the love,always,the hours.
Virginia Woolf
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