Hem her şeyi bir bıçak gibi delip geçiyor, hem de dışarda kalıp bakıyordu. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” “I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets old…” “It’s on the field, it’s on the pane, it’s in the sky — beauty; and I can’t get …” “And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand ch…”