Virginia Woolf

Mrs Dalloway

    b7736153593has quoted8 months ago
    "A married woman, unfortunately," he said; "the wife of a Major in the Indian Army."
    Машаhas quoted2 years ago
    For it was not her one hated but the idea of her
    Машаhas quoted2 years ago
    that was only her dear Peter at his worst;
    Laura Astshas quoted4 years ago
    "a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction".
    karlymhas quoted5 years ago
    How heavenly it is to see you again!" she exclaimed.
    polinom91has quoted17 days ago
    how odd it was to know him and yet not know a single thing that had happened to him
    polinom91has quoted17 days ago
    but torn it up, yet felt he understood, for people understand without things being said
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    She had often wanted to write to him,
    polinom91has quoted23 days ago
    He was alone with the sideboard and the bananas.
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    Calmly and competently, Elizabeth Dalloway mounted the Westminster omnibus.
    polinom91has quoted23 days ago
    A puff of wind (in spite of the heat, there was quite a wind) blew a thin black veil over the sun
    The messhas quoted25 days ago
    Then, while a seedy-looking nondescript man carrying a leather bag stood on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and hesitated, for within was what balm, how great a welcome, how many tombs with banners waving over them, tokens of victories not over armies, but over, he thought, that plaguy spirit of truth seeking which leaves me at present without a situation, and more than that, the cathedral offers company, he thought, invites you to membership of a society; great men belong to it; martyrs have died for it; why not enter in, he thought, put this leather bag stuffed with pamphlets before an altar, a cross, the symbol of something which has soared beyond seeking and questing and knocking of words together and has become all spirit, disembodied, ghostly—why not enter in?
    polinom91has quoted25 days ago
    What's your love? she might say to him. And she knew his answer; how it is the most important thing in the world and no woman possibly understood it. Very well. But could any man understand what she meant either? about life? She could not imagine Peter or Richard taking the trouble to give a party for no reason whatever.
    polinom91has quoted25 days ago
    fault wasn't in them, nor in young men either, but in our detestable social system
    polinom91has quoted25 days ago
    Mr. Dalloway was genuinely glad, Milly Brush thought; and Mr. Whitbread thought only of his chicken.
    polinom91has quoted25 days ago
    Shredding and slicing, dividing and subdividing, the clocks of Harley Street nibbled at the June day
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    fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with
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    "I prefer men to cauliflowers"
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    his lack of the ghost of a notion what any one else was feeling that annoyed her,
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    the whole panoply of content were nothing but self love!
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