To love makes one solitary. - Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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

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

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

"Life stand still here."

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