Quotes Tagged With :dalloway

and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows;....

She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field....

This was a favourite dress, one of Sally Parker's, the last almost she ever made, alas, for Sally had....

Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s.....