Novelas y relatos de Virginia Woolf Quotes

Virginia shrugged “My mother will say what she always says, you know. ‘Virginia Leila Bright, you are a swan, not a wolf, stop acting like your father!’, ‘You are being a terrible influence on your siblings!’, ‘Your clothes are filthy’. I'm used to this litany. If it could make me deaf, I would have already. And, hey, didn't you say you were going to look for that golden flower today? Why are we leaving so early then?” “I wanted to find a star orchid to record it in my diary, but…” she bit her lip, looking at the notebook full of drawings and notes that she dreamed of turning into a botany book someday “Maybe Moon is right. Maybe I should think a little less about plants and start focusing m

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

Soft laughter rippled through the table. I swallowed, setting my glass down carefully. "It’s not difficult," I replied smoothly. "I prefer looking forward rather than dwelling on things that are no longer relevant." The amusement in her eyes flickered. She hadn’t expected me to answer so evenly. But before she could respond, Violet cut in. “Oh, but memories are what make us who we are, don’t you think?” she mused, swirling her champagne. “Carlisle and I have so many.” She turned her head toward him, a slow smile curling on her lips. “Don’t we, darling?”

The moon goddess is my witness! “You cannot please everyone, Carrie. Don't let their hurtful words get to you. Their opinions hold no weight in your life, so don't let their thoughts affect you. What truly counts are the people who surround you, the ones who love and care about you,” my wolf, Vera, said inside my head. I took a deep breath before speaking.

“If that’s what you really think, why didn’t you help him out instead—since you’re such a good friend?” Lydia’s smile turned sharp. “PLEASE. I’m a Haverford. I don’t need to do something that filthy.” Violet’s voice was calm, almost gentle. “You call it filthy, yet you’re the one suggesting a married woman do it.” For a moment, Lydia just stared at her, thrown off balance. Was this really coming from the same soft-spoken girl she’d met earlier? With that quiet tone, Violet could’ve been reading a grocery list—yet somehow, every word landed like a slap.

Violet fumed. “Four years old may be pretty young, but I doubt things were much different from what our entire childhood was.” he scoffed “Besides, do you really want everyone to believe you would have risked your life inside a burning building? You, who almost let me drown once, just because you didn’t want to jump in the lake and ruin your hairstyle? Don’t make me laugh, Violet. I don’t know who put this plan in your hands, but they should have chosen someone who had at least done a single selfless act in their life, unlike you.”

Vivian continued with obvious frustration, “yet you keep hiding behind those ugly glasses while burying yourself in books all the time.” The younger woman’s response came immediately, her voice steady despite the criticism directed at her. “That’s because I don’t want any man paying my bills,” Violet replied firmly. “Education is the key to independence, and I refuse to treat men like walking wallets the way you always encourage Sienna to do.” “Violet, come back here,” Vivian called sharply when footsteps moved toward the door. Franklin had barely started walking away from the hallway when the door behind him flew open with force, followed by the loud slam of it hitting the wall.

“You remind me of Eleanor before she became frightened.” Violet’s chest tightened. Not because of the insult. Because of the before. “She became frightened because of you.” “She became frightened because she confused knowledge with power.” Violet leaned back. “And you confuse age with wisdom. Yet here we are.” Benedict laughed again. Alistair did not look at him. He looked only at Violet. “Knowledge is a burden, Miss Harlow.” “No,” she said. “Secrets are a burden. Knowledge is just heavy when someone else keeps stacking bodies under it.”

he answered as a matter-of-fact manner. “I have been to so many wonderful parties there, all these years. I mean, though I must say that neither the Uptons, nor the ones who came after them, whose names I can’t seem to remember at the moment. But this I know that they could not maintain that house just like it should have been or decorated at all. I mean, it was definitely nice, and all upscale but it was missing on a class,” said Virginia as she took a sip of the juice from her own glass. “And what is that you want regarding that Mother?” asked Oberon again, drily.

Then suddenly resumed. “I think you should.” Ava blinked. Interesting. Very interesting. The recommendation sounded sincere. Not strategic. Not calculated. Supportive. A rare difference. Eleanor looked toward her. “You have built something impressive.” Ava smiled softly. “Thank you.” The older woman nodded. Then returned her attention to the scarf. Yet a few moments later she spoke again. “Do not underestimate yourself.” The statement lingered. Unexpectedly powerful. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Ava remembered a time when hearing those words from Eleanor would have seemed impossible.