Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

“Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here, I in my satin; he in black and white?”
― Virgina Woolf

“The only advise, 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 fell at liberty to put forward a few ideas and suggestions because you will not allow them to fatter that independence which is the most important quality that a reader can posses.”
― Virginia Woolf, How Should One Read a Book?

“The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away, and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder. To put it in a nutshell, leaving the novelist to smooth out the crumpled silk and all its implications, he was a nobleman afflicted with a love of literature. Many people of his time, still more of his rank, escaped the infection and were thus free to run or ride or make love at their own sweet will. But some were early infected by a germ said to be bred of the pollen of the asphodel and to be blown out of Greece and Italy, which was of so deadly a nature that it would shake the hand as it was raised to strike, and cloud the eye as it sought its prey, and make the tongue stammer as it declared its love. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality, so that Orlando, to whom fortune had given every gift--plate, linen, houses, men-servants, carpets, beds in profusion--had only to open a book for the whole vast accumulation to turn to mist. The nine acres of stone which were his house vanished; one hundred and fifty indoor servants disappeared; his eighty riding horses became invisible; it would take too long to count the carpets, sofas, trappings, china, plate, cruets, chafing dishes and other movables often of beaten gold, which evaporated like so much sea mist under the miasma. So it was, and Orlando would sit by himself, reading, a naked man.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Ne hoÅŸ bir güzelliÄŸi vardır;
hafif adımlarla dünyadan gülümseyerek geçenlerin.
kimseye bir kötülüğü dokunmadan yaşayanların,
onurlu bir yaÅŸamı seçenlerin...”
― Virginia Woolf

“Bir kadın olarak ülkem yok. Bir kadın olarak, bir ülkem olsun istemiyorum. Bir kadın olarak, bütün dünya benim ülkem.”
― Virginia Woolf

“I find feminism in smiles of a country girl not in Woolf’s artworks.”
― Ali Rezavand Zayeri