Quotes Tagged With :dalloway

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

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....

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