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Virginia Woolf

The Waves

  • Purr gysstmembuat kutipan9 bulan yang lalu
    There is the white house lying among the trees. It lies down there ever so far beneath us. We shall sink like swimmers just touching the ground with the tips of their toes. We shall sink through the green air of the leaves, Susan. We sink as we run. The waves close over us, the beech leaves meet above our heads.
  • Jasmine Lawsonmembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually.
  • İrem Güneymembuat kutipan6 tahun yang lalu
    Pouring down the walls of my mind, running together, the day falls copious, resplendent.
  • Anna Avdeevamembuat kutipan8 tahun yang lalu
    Yet I think it is likely that the best are made in solitude.
  • iva jovanovicmembuat kutipan3 bulan yang lalu
    But let me be unseen.
  • iva jovanovicmembuat kutipan3 bulan yang lalu
    I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.
  • Semen Sushinskiymembuat kutipan4 bulan yang lalu
    All changes. And youth and love.
  • Semen Sushinskiymembuat kutipan4 bulan yang lalu
    Once you were Tolstoi's young man; now you are Byron's young man;
  • Semen Sushinskiymembuat kutipan4 bulan yang lalu
    This, I say to myself, is what I need; why, I ask, can I not finish the letter that I am writing? For my room is always scattered with unfinished letters. I begin to suspect, when I am with you, that I am among the most gifted of men. I am filled with the delight of youth, with potency, with the sense of what is to come. Blundering, but fervid, I see myself buzzing round flowers, humming down scarlet cups, making blue funnels resound with my prodigious booming. How richly I shall enjoy my youth (you make me feel). And London. And freedom. But stop.
  • Semen Sushinskiymembuat kutipan4 bulan yang lalu
    Yet it is incredible that I should not be a great poet. What did I write last night if it was not good poetry? Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am
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