De... de... miért érzi magát, anélkül, hogy okát tudná adni, hirtelen ilyen kétségbeejtően boldogtalannak? Auteur: Virginia Woolf Copy Quote More from Virginia Woolf “What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret tra…” “The soul must brave itself to endure.” “For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, b…” “And it was cowardly for a man to say he would kill himself, but Septimus had fo…”