Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
for women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places;
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.
The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?
It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.
What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with this extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.
Fear no more, says the heart...
After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.