[...But beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty -it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life- froze it. One forgot the little agitations; the flush, the pallor, some queer distortion, some light or shadow, which made the face unrecognisable for a moment and yet added a quality one saw for ever after. It was simpler to smooth that all out under the cover of beauty...] - Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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Monday, November 3, 2008 | Posted by Tugc at 10:10 PM | Labels: alıntı
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bu ne güzel kitaptır yahu!
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