To love makes one solitary.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway.
“What does the brain matter compared with the heart?”
“and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly purely in the mis...”
“(June had drawn out every leaf on the trees. The mothers of Pimlico gave suck to their young. Messages were passing from the Fleet to the Admiralty. Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe ...”
“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.”
“First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.”
“Life stand still here.”
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that youve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you sa...”
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there i...”