What did Virginia Woolf mean by: With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes — one of the tragedies of married life. - Virginia Woolf Writer · England Copy
+ Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Creative, Creativity, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Moments, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Chaos, Dream, Strange, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare’s sonnets! Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Flower, Pages, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I’ve read; what I haven’t read. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Wet, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Art, Funny, Pain, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ Books are the mirrors of the soul. Feraz Zeid, September 24, 2023December 29, 2023, Virginia Woolf, Book, Mirrors, Soul, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
+ To be nothing – is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world? Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Virginia Woolf, Fact, 0 - Virginia Woolf Writer · England
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Faithful women are all alike, they think only of their fidelity, never of their husbands. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
