The Waves — Vocabulary
Virginia Woolf
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But here bells ring; feet shuffle perpetually.†16 more

Let me visit furtively the treasures I have laid apart.†8 more

Let him describe what we have all seen so that it becomes a sequence.†7 more

He is shaded with innumerable perplexities, or he would go with them to play cricket, and would lie in the grass, watching the sky, and would start when the ball was hit.†9 more

The telegraph poles bob up incessantly; one is felled, another rises.†7 more

The structure is now visible; what is inchoate is here stated; we are not so various or so mean; we have made oblongs and stood them upon squares.†7 more

But when I get up, brushing the crumbs from my waistcoat, I slip too large a tip, a shilling, under the edge of my plate, so that she may not find it till I am gone, and her scorn, as she picks it up with laughter, may not strike on me till I am past the swing-doors.†4 more

Now that we look at the tree together, it has a combined look, each branch distinct, and I will tell you what I feel, under the compulsion of your clarity.†5 more

There were the floating, pale-grey clouds; and the immitigable tree; the implacable tree with its greaved silver bark.†4 more

There is, then, a world immune from change.†5 more

The bell is pressed and I do not ring or give out irrelevant clamours all jangled.†3 more

But Neville, delicately avoiding interference, stealthily, like a conspirator, hastens back to his room.†6 more

Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic.†4 more

In the garden the birds that had sung erratically and spasmodically in the dawn on that tree, on that bush, now sang together in chorus, shrill and sharp; now together, as if conscious of companionship, now alone as if to the pale blue sky.†3 more

...born entire, out of hatred, out of discord.4 more

Each sang stridently, with passion, with vehemence, as if to let the song burst out of it, no matter if it shattered the song of another bird with harsh discord.4 more

Pouring down the walls of my mind, running together, the day falls copious, resplendent.†2 more

Look how through them a boat passes, filled with indolent, with unconscious, with powerful young men.†3 more

I recover my continuity, as he reads.†3 more

Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid.†2 more