Quote by Virginia Woolf
the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over.
Summary
This quote encapsulates the enduring power of love, symbolized by the battered woman who sings of a love that has lasted a million years. She reminisces about her lover from centuries ago and their shared moments in May. However, as time passes like endless summer days, she recalls their inevitable separation by death. In her old age, as she prepares to depart this world, she longs for a bunch of purple heather on her burial place. This act would signify the completion of the universe's existence, invoking a sense of closure and finality to her story of love and life.
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