She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
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She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed

— and he was happy without her.
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As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be — Virginia Woolf
However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all — Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. — Virginia Woolf
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes — Virginia Woolf
anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm. — Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I need not flatter any man — he has nothing to give me
History is too much about wars — biography too much about great men
Life, how I have dreaded you," said Rhoda, "oh, human beings, how I have hated you! How you have nudged, how you have in — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her an — Virginia Woolf, Selected Essays
They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how — Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
But what if, either by choice or by reluctant necessity, you end up not participating in this comforting cycle of family — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love