Quote by Virginia Woolf
A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
Summary
This quote highlights the idea that amidst the chaos of life, there is something that truly matters, something meaningful. However, this significant thing is often overshadowed by trivial matters, falsehoods, and constant noise. To the speaker, death is seen as an act of defiance, an attempt to break through the barriers of communication and reach the essence of what truly connects people. In death, one finds solace and a sense of unity that may elude them in life, where closeness slowly unravels and the euphoria fades, ultimately leaving one feeling alone. Death, in a sense, offers an embracing release from these struggles.