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Quote by Virginia Woolf

“I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.”

Quote by Virginia Woolf

Work

The Waves

This book is a profound exploration of human consciousness and the nature of reality, narrated through the eyes of six friends who grow up together and experience the complexities of life. more

Author

Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf

British modernist writer, known for her unique narrative techniques and profound portrayal of female experience. Her works include 'To the Lighthouse' and 'Mrs. Dalloway'. more

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