Pareva più il ricordo del dolore che il dolore stesso. Author: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everythin…” “O amor torna a gente solitária, pensou.” “I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a…” “...Orlando, to whom fortune had given every gift--plate, linen, houses, men-ser…”