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Window Quotes by Virginia Woolf
- She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears;…
- We all indulge in the strange, pleasant process called thinking, but when it comes to saying, even to someone opposite, what we think, then how…
- With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall…
- Nothing could be slow enough, nothing lasts too long. No pleasure could equal, she thought, straightening the chairs, pushing in one book on the shelf,…
- The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause;…
- Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What…
- Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his…
- ...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely…
- The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James looked at the…
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- Relying on the government to protect your privacy is like asking a peeping tom to install your window blinds. — John Perry Barlow
- I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and… — Charles Baudelaire
- Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the… — Benjamin Britten
- Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows. — F. Scott Fitzgerald