Virginia Woolf Goes On Quotations

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards 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?

Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?