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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
Either I shall find it, or I shall not find it. I examine my note-case. I look in all my pockets. These are the things t — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I find myself saying briefly and prosaically that it is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dre — Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
The eyes of others our prisons — their thoughts our cages.
Sometimes she arches away from me and wears a light halo of genius about her. — Priya Parmar, Vanessa and Her Sister
She felt very young — at the same time unspeakably aged
Feelings that would not have disgraced a leader who, now that the snow has begun to fall and the mountain-top is covered — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
So the being grows rings — identity becomes robust. What was fiery and furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung with a purpose--so it seems.
She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ... — Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
Flinging himself from his horse, he made, in his rage, as if he would breast the flood. Standing knee-deep in water he h — Virginia Woolf
Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – ‘Chloe liked Olivia…’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let u — Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
She put on her lace collar. She put on her new hat and he never noticed — and he was happy without her.
I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves
There was an emptiness about the heart of life — an attic room. Women must put off their rich apparel. At midday they must disrobe.