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“So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shell of herself left for her to know herself by; all was so lavished and spent; and James, as he stood stiff between her knees, felt her rise in a rosy-flowered fruit tree laid with leaves and dancing boughs into which the beak of brass, the arid scimitar of his father, the egotistical man, plunged and smote, demanding sympathy.”

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Book:To the Lighthouse
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“There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shared neither with her children nor with her husband. A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her; and sometimes they parleyed (when she sat alone); there were, she remembered, great reconciliation scenes; but for the most part, oddly enough, she must admit that she felt this thing that she called life terrible, hostile, and quick to pounce on you if you gave it a chance.”

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Book:To the Lighthouse
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“In the first place, I want to emphasise the note of interrogation at the end of my title. Even if I could answer the question for myself, the answer would apply only to me and not to you. The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions. If this is agreed between us, then I feel at liberty to put forward a few ideas and suggestions because you will not allow them to fetter that independence which is the most important quality that a reader can possess. After all, what laws can be laid down about books? ...”

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Book:Room of One’S Own, A
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“Westminster Hall raises its immense dignity as we pass out. Little men and women are moving soundlessly about the floor. They appear minute, perhaps pitiable; but also venerable and beautiful under the curve of the vast dome, under the perspective of the huge columns. One would rather like to be small nameless animal in a vast cathedral. Let us rebuild the world then as a splendid hall; let us give up making statues and inscribing them with impossible virtues.”

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Book:The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life
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“Orlando had become a woman--there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory--but in future we must, for convention's sake, say 'her' for 'his,' and 'she' for 'he'--her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle. Some slight haziness there may have been, as if a few dark drops had fallen into the clear pool of memory; certain things had become a little dimmed; but that was all. The change seemed to have been accomplished painlessly and completely and in such a way that Orlando herself showed no surprise at it. Many people, taking this into account, and holding that such a change of sex is against nature, have been at great pains to prove (1) that Orlando had always been a woman, (2) that Orlando is at this moment a man. Let biologists and psychologists determine. It is enough for us to state the simple fact; Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman and has remained so ever since.”

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Book:Orlando
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“Faima va dura poate două mii de ani. Și ce înseamnă două mii de ani?(întrebă domnul Ramsay, ironic, cu ochii țintă la gardul viu). Într-adevar, ce inseamnă, contemplate de pe creștetul unui munte, întinsele pustietăți ale secolelor? Până și piatra pe care o rostogolești cu vârful ghetei va dura mai mult decât Shakespeare. Iar mica lui luminiță va arde, fără prea multă strălucire, un an sau doi, dupa care va fi absorbită de o lumină mai puternică, și aceasta, la rândul ei, de o alta și mai vie.”

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Author:Virginia Woolf
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“Però sí que temia el pas del temps (...), el minvament de la vida; com any rere any s'anava reduint la part que li corresponia; que poc podia estirar-se ja el marge que li quedava per absorbir, com en els anys de joventut, els colors, els gustos, les tonalitats de l'existència, quan en entrar en una habitació l'omplia i, aturant-se un instant al llindar de la sala, sentia una incertesa exquisida...”

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Book:Mrs. Dalloway
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“El hombre mira el mundo de frente, como si estuviera hecho para su conveniencia y aderezado a su gusto. La mujer le lanza una mirada de soslayo, llena de sutileza, de suspicacia incluso. Si los dos hubieran vestido la misma ropa, es posible que su manera de pensar hubiera sido también la misma. Tal es el parecer de algunos filósofos que no dejan de ser sabios, pero en conjunto nosotros nos inclinamos por otro. Felizmente, la diferencia entre los sexos es una diferencia de gran hondura. La ropa no es sino un símbolo de algo escondido muy adentro”

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Book:Orlando
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“Do you know it was four weeks yesterday that you went? Yes, I often think of you, instead of my novel; I want to take you over the water meadows in the summer on foot, I have thought of many million things to tell you. Devil that you are, to vanish to Persia and leave me here! [...] And, dearest Vita, we are having two water-closets made, one paid for by Mrs Dalloway, the other by The Common Reader: both dedicated to you.”

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Author:Virginia Woolf
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“Dipping and rising, moving and settling, the Commons remind one of a flock of birds settling on a stretch of ploughed land. They never alight for more than a few minutes; some are always flying off, others are always settling again. And from the flock rises the gabbling, the cawing, the croaking of a flock of birds, disputing merrily and with occasional vivacity over some seed, worm, or buried grain.”

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Book:The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life
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“Dünya kadına, erkeklere dediği gibi 'istersen yaz, umurumda değil' demiyordu. Dünya kaba kaba gülerek, 'yazmak mı' diyordu. 'yazman ne işe yarıyor?' Entelektüel özgürlük maddi şeylere bağlıdır. Şiir de entelektüel özgürlüğe bağlıdır. Kadınlarsa hep yoksul olmuşlardır, sadece iki yüzyıldır değil, dünya kurulalı beri. Kadınlar Atinalı kölelerin çocukları kadar bile entelektüel özgürlüğe sahip olmadılar. O zaman kadınların şiir yazmak için en ufak bir şansları bile yoktu. İşte bu yüzden paranın ve kendine ait bir odanın önemini vurguladım.”

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Book:A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas
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“(kadın için) -böylece çok garip ve karışık bir varlık çıkıyor ortaya. Hayal edildiğinde çok önemli, pratikte ise tamamen önemsiz. Şiir kitaplarını baştan sona istila etmiş, tarihte ise adı geçmiyor. Kurmacalarda, kralların ve fatihlerin hayatlarına hükmediyor; gerçek hayatta ailesinin parmağına yüzüğü taktığı herhangi bir delikanlının kölesi. Dudaklarından, edebiyatın en ilham verici sözcükleri, en derin duygularından bazıları dökülüyor, gerçek hayatta okuması yazması neredeyse yok, zor heceliyor sözcükleri ve kocasının malı durumunda.”

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Book:A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas
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“Sheakspeare'in zamanında bir kadının onunki gibi bir yeteneğe sahip olması mümkün değildi. Çünkü Sheakspeare gibi dahiler çalışan, eğitimsiz, alt sınıftan insanların arasından çıkmazlar. On altıncı yüzyılda büyük bir yetenekle doğan her kadın mutlaka delirirdi, kendini vururdu, ya da köyün dışındaki sessiz bir kulübede geçirirdi hayatının son günlerini, yarı cadı yarı büyücü sanılır, korkulur ve alay edilirdi.”

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Book:A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas
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“Does it explain my astonishment the other day when Z, most humane, most modest of men, taking up some book by Rebecca West and reading a passage in it, exclaimed, 'The arrant feminist! She says that men are snobs!' The exclamation, to me so surprising - for why was Miss West an arrant feminist for making a possibly true if uncomplimentary statement about the other sex? - was not merely the cry of wounded vanity; it was a protest against some infringement of his power to believe in himself. Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.”

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Author:Virginia Woolf
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“Lo que aún sigue atormentándome es el veneno de amargura y temor que engendraron aquellos días. El hecho inicial de estar continuamente haciendo algo que no nos gusta y de hacerlo como un esclavo, con acompañamiento de lisonjas y adulaciones, quizá no imprescindibles, pero a mí me lo parecían y no quería correr ningún riesgo" (Increíble lo que esto se parece al panorama laboral actual)”

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Book:Una habitación propia
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“...to know her, or anyone, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoken to, some woman in the street, some man behind a counter – even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps – perhaps.”

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Book:Mrs. Dalloway
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