Virginia Woolf

To the Lighthouse

    Варвара Слугинаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    follow her thought was like following a voice which speaks too quickly to be taken down by one's pencil
    Stas Irodovhar citeretfor 9 måneder siden
    ndeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf, and dumb, to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle's. His understanding often astonished her. But did he notice the flowers? No. Did he notice the view? No. Did he even notice his own daughter's beauty, or whether there was pudding on his plate or roast beef? He would sit at table with them like a person in a dream. And his habit of talking aloud, or saying poetry aloud, was growing on him, she was afraid; for sometimes it was awkward—
    Алёна Власоваhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair, that's a table, and yet at the same time, It's a miracle, it's an ecstasy.
    Варвара Слугинаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    her thought which had spun quicker and quicker exploded of its own intensity; she felt released; a shot went off close at hand, and there came, flying from its fragments, frightened, effusive, tumultuous, a flock of starlings.
    giacomo12345har citeretfor 8 år siden
    the ground we stand on, which, had he been able to contemplate it fixedly might have led to something; and found consolation in trifles so slight compared with the august
    Диана Агаджанянhar citeretfor 17 timer siden
    to be up with the lark,
    Игорь Соколовhar citeretfor 3 dage siden
    frowning slightly at the sight of human frailty

    слегка нахмурившись при виде человеческой слабости

    Игорь Соколовhar citeretfor 3 dage siden
    with heavenly bliss

    С сильным блаженством

    Игорь Соколовhar citeretfor 3 dage siden
    But you'll have to be up with the lark

    Просыпаться с жаворонком

    b9948858141har citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were settled, the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which he had looked forward, for years and years it seemed, was, after a night's darkness and a day's sail, within touch.
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