Rita

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.”
― W. Somerset Maugham

“First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.”
― Khaled Hosseini