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Virginia Woolf

Woolf Short Stories

  • Anna Zaboevaalıntı yaptı5 yıl önce
    I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts. To steady myself, let me catch hold of the first idea that passes.
  • strangenewemberalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce
    I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle.
  • strangenewemberalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce
    I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.
  • strangenewemberalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce
    How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it. . .
  • Veronica Sizovaalıntı yaptı7 yıl önce
    How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it. . .
  • Veronica Sizovaalıntı yaptı7 yıl önce
    I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.
  • LiterariaLetteralıntı yaptıgeçen ay
    Everything's moving, falling, slipping, vanishing. . . There is a vast upheaval of matter. Someone is standing over me and saying-

    "I'm going out to buy a newspaper."

    "Yes?"

    "Though it's no good buying newspapers. . . Nothing ever happens. Curse this war; God damn this war! . . . All the same, I don't see why we should have a snail on our wall."

    Ah, the mark on the wall! It was a snail.
  • LiterariaLetteralıntı yaptıgeçen ay
    Even so, life isn't done with; there are a million patient, watchful lives still for a tree, all over the world, in bedrooms, in ships, on the pavement, lining rooms, where men and women sit after tea, smoking cigarettes. It is full of peaceful thoughts, happy thoughts, this tree. I should like to take each one separately-but something is getting in the way. . . Where was I? What has it all been about?
  • LiterariaLetteralıntı yaptıgeçen ay
    I understand Nature's game-her prompting to take action as a way of ending any thought that threatens to excite or to pain. Hence, I suppose, comes our slight contempt for men of action-men, we assume, who don't think. Still, there's no harm in putting a full stop to one's disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall.
  • LiterariaLetteralıntı yaptıgeçen ay
    Here is nature once more at her old game of self-preservation. This train of thought, she perceives, is threatening mere waste of energy,
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