I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual
(Virginia Woolf, Diary, 17 February 1922)
I have lost friends, some by death,others through sheer inability to cross the street
(Virginia Woolf, The Waves 1931)
(تقدیم به دوست عزیز و مهربانم ن...که یادش همواره در خاطرم باقی خواهد ماند)