She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
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She felt very young

— at the same time unspeakably aged
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More than anything, I began to hate women writers. Frances Burney, Jane Austen, Elizabeth Browning, Mary Shelley, George — Catherine Lowell, The Madwoman Upstairs
That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they were not infer — Virginia Woolf
Does it explain my astonishment the other day when Z, most humane, most modest of men, taking up some book by Rebecca We — Virginia Woolf
I should never be able to fulfill what is,I understand, the first duty of a lecturer-to hand you after an hour's discour — Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
Here she tossed her foot impatiently, and showed an inch or two of calf. A sailor on the mast, who happened to look down — Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. — Virginia Woolf, Orlando
I wished I hadn’t majored in women filling their pockets with stones and sticking their heads into ovens. Maybe tomorrow — Kat Clark
Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen — with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair— He took her bag.
Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her brest buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen — with the stars in her eyes and wind in her hair– he took her bag.
It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountain, falling. It makes — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Something now leaves me; something goes from me to meet that figure who is coming, and assures me that I know him before — Virginia Woolf, The Waves