The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated, Inline Footnotes)

by Virginia Woolf

feeling it awkward to stand beside a grief that was greater than his,

When one gave up seeing the beauty that clothed things, this was the skeleton beneath.

What with misery for her children, the poor, and the rain, her mind was like a wound exposed to dry in the air.

acid little laugh.

“the monsters of the earth are too many for me!”