Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter, read by Nicole Kidman in the opening scene of “The Hours”.
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Philip Glass - Morning Passages (from The Hours soundtrack)
I hate looking-glasses which show me my real face. Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
"She has learned over the years that sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband & servants but for the sake, first & foremost, of one’s own convictions. She is the author; the others are the readers. This particular novel concerns a serene, intelligent woman of painfully susceptible sensibilities who once was ill but has now recovered; who is preparing for the season in London, where she will give & attend parties, write in the mornings & read in the afternoons, lunch with friends, dress perfectly. There is true art in it, this command of tea & dinner tables; this animating correctness."
— The Hours by Michael Cunningham
The Hours
"There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so…"
— Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via anhourhere)
The Hours
Nicole Kidman as Virginia Woolf in The Hours
Nicole Kidman as Virginia Woolf in The Hours
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The Hours
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The Hours
"She has learned over the years that sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband & servants but for the sake, first & foremost, of one’s own convictions. She is the author; the others are the readers. This particular novel concerns a serene, intelligent woman of painfully susceptible sensibilities who once was ill but has now recovered; who is preparing for the season in London, where she will give & attend parties, write in the mornings & read in the afternoons, lunch with friends, dress perfectly. There is true art in it, this command of tea & dinner tables; this animating correctness."
— The Hours, Michael Cunningham (via looneyanaid)
