To the Lighthouse — Vocabulary
Virginia Woolf
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There was nobody whom she reverenced as she reverenced him.†11 more

Whatever else may perish and disappear, what lies here is steadfast.†10 more

Mrs. Ramsay dead; Andrew killed; Prue dead too—repeat it as she might, it roused no feeling in her.†15 more

Nor was she domineering, nor was she tyrannical.†10 more

This man had shared with her something profoundly intimate.9 more

By looking fixedly at the page, he hoped to make him move on; by pointing his finger at a word, he hoped to recall his mother's attention, which, he knew angrily, wavered instantly his father stopped.†6 more

"Come in or go out, Cam," she said, knowing that Cam was attracted only by the word "Flounder" and that in a moment she would fidget and fight with James as usual.†8 more

She was aloof from him now in her beauty, in her sadness.†5 more

She bore about with her, she could not help knowing it, the torch of her beauty; she carried it erect into any room that she entered; and after all, veil it as she might, and shrink from the monotony of bearing that it imposed on her, her beauty was apparent.†5 more

For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into some moon country, uninhabited of men.†4 more

Still, if every door in a house is left perpetually open, and no lockmaker in the whole of Scotland can mend a bolt, things must spoil.†4 more

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.†3 more

It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad!†5 more

Falling in one second from the tension which had gripped her to the other extreme which, as if to recoup her for her unnecessary expense of emotion, was cool, amused, and even faintly malicious, she concluded that poor Charles Tansley had been shed.†2 more

Tansley had had to go in and write his dissertation, he said.†6 more

Not knowing precisely why it was that he wanted to disparage Shakespeare and come to the rescue of the man who stands eternally in the door of the lift, he picked a leaf sharply from the hedge.†3 more

Odious little man, thought Mrs. Ramsay, why go on saying that?†4 more

Now, for instance, when Ramsay bore down on them, shouting, gesticulating, Miss Briscoe, he felt certain, understood.†2 more

But simultaneously, she remembered how he had brought a valet all the way up here; objected to dogs on chairs; would prose for hours (until Mr. Ramsay slammed out of the room) about salt in vegetables and the iniquity of English cooks.†2 more

How that little round hole of pink heel seemed to flaunt itself before them!†2 more