To love makes one solitary. - Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
"To love makes one solitary."
"To love makes one solitary."
"Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!"
"First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air."
"What does the brain matter compared with the heart?"
"It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning."
"Septimus has been working too hard"- that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought."