Zeynep Naz

“For there she was.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall.
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

“For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway