Quotes about Dalloway

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Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s. Barcelona is Gaudí's an — Kamand Kojouri
Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s. Barcelona is Gaudí's an — Kamand Kojouri
Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s. Barcelona is Gaudí's an — Kamand Kojouri
and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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 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.
There was an emptiness about the heart of life — an attic room. Women must put off their rich apparel. At midday they must disrobe.
There was an emptiness about the heart of life — an attic room. Women must put off their rich apparel. At midday they must disrobe.
There was an emptiness about the heart of life — an attic room. Women must put off their rich apparel. At midday they must disrobe.
She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
This was a favourite dress, one of Sally Parker's, the last almost she ever made, alas, for Sally had now retired, livin — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
This was a favourite dress, one of Sally Parker's, the last almost she ever made, alas, for Sally had now retired, livin — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
This was a favourite dress, one of Sally Parker's, the last almost she ever made, alas, for Sally had now retired, livin — Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway