Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

"Septimus has been working too hard"- that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought."

"First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air."

"What does the brain matter compared with the heart?"

"Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!"

"Life stand still here."

"To love makes one solitary."

"It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning."