Quotes from Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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

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

This late age of the world's experience had bred in them all, all men and women, a well of tears.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

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.

It was awful, he cried, awful, awful!Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences.

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.