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!"
"Septimus has been working too hard"- that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought."
"What does the brain matter compared with the heart?"
"Life stand still here."
"First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air."