Larks Quote by Virginia Woolf Download Open image “What a lark! What a plunge!” — Virginia Woolf ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Larks Plunge
“There were no larks anymore. There was only the setting sun spreading blood up the sky and the yowl of hounds on a breast-high… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Lark of memory it is your blood that is flowing and not mine Lark of memory I have tightened my fist Lark of memory… — Jacques Prévert Copy Share Image
“What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is an effort to descend down the hand-holds of memory to the plain beneath, to recall the lost future, the dusk hovering above… — J.A. Baker Copy Share Image
“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exaltation. I am about… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Other worshipful objects were content with worship; men, women, God, all let one kneel prostrate; but this form, were it only the shape of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he woke with a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman. It is only when we know what were the conditions of the average woman's life -… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is so vast an alleviation to be able to point for another to look at. And then not to talk. To follow the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Let your trouble be Light will follow dark Though the heaven falls You may hear the lark. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely… — John McCrae Copy Share Image
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The embrace of present and past time, in which English antiquarianism becomes a form of alchemy, engenders a strange timelessness. It is as if… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
I think a lot about how ideas spread, how information spreads, why is it that something youre really proud of and you spend a… — Jonah Peretti Copy Share Image
The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark;… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies. — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
