Everything was gold.
Virginia Woolf // Selected Prose; Lappin and Lappinova
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Notes on an Elizabethan Play
She has a spirit that loves to breast the storm. She delights in the exercise of her own powers.
Virginia Woolf // Selected Essays of Virginia Woolf; Dafoe
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Notes on an Elizabethan Play
Virginia Woolf // Selected Essays of Virginia Woolf; Dafoe
Brooding in solitude over the mysteries of the soul...
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; The Waves
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Notes on an Elizabethan Play
...the curious shades of our private life.
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Notes on an Elizabethan Play
Virginia Woolf // Selected Essays of Virginia Woolf; Dafoe
They were very happy. But how long does such happiness last?
Virginia Woolf // Selected Prose; Lappin and Lappinova
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; On Being Ill
Sorrow is the shadow which accompanies beauty.
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Poetry Fiction & The Future
Virginia Woolf // diary entry written c. March 1940
Words belong to each other.
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Craftmanship
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Poetry Fiction & The Future
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Notes on an Elizabethan Play
There's a world outside? No.
Virginia Woolf // diary entry written in February 1940
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Essays; Craftmanship
Virginia Woolf // diary entry written in January 1940