Quotes on Mrs Dalloway

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?

She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

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.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

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

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

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.