Quote by Virginia Woolf
An offering for the sake of offering, perhaps. Anyhow, it was her gift. Nothing else had she of the slightest importance; could not think, write, even play the piano. She muddled Armenians and Turks; loved success; hated discomfort; must be liked; talked oceans of nonsense: and to this day, ask her what the Equator was, and she did not know.All the same, that one day should follow another; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday; that one should wake up in the morning; see the sky; walk in the park; meet Hugh Whitbread; then suddenly in came Peter; then these roses; it was enough. After that, how unbelievable death was!-that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all; how, every instant . . .
Summary
This quote explores the simplistic and trivial nature of life's offerings. The protagonist is described as lacking any significant talents or knowledge, yet she finds solace in the everyday experiences and encounters with people. The regularity of days passing, the beauty of nature, and the presence of loved ones bring her joy and make her appreciate life. With the awareness of death looming, she realizes that her love for the world will go unnoticed, but it doesn't diminish the intensity of her enjoyment in every moment.
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