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Surface Quotes by Virginia Woolf
- The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the…
- ...the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon…
- For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles…
- Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but…
- and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of…
- 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…
- They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.
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