Mrs Dalloway

she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day

One could not be in love twice, he said.

Some things were very beautiful; others sheer nonsense. And he was always stopping in the middle, changing his mind; wanting to add something; hearing something new; listening with his hand up.

Every man fell in love with her, and she was really awfully bored.

She had her degree. She was a woman who had made her way in the world. Her knowledge of modern history was more than respectable.

Love destroyed too.

There was something solemn in it—but love and religion would destroy that, whatever it was, the privacy of the soul.

He had not said "I love you"; but he held her hand.

The time comes when it can't be said; one's too shy to say it, he thought, pocketing his sixpence or two of change, setting off with his great bunch held against his body to Westminster to say straight out in so many words (whatever she might think of him), holding out his flowers, "I love you."

Health we must have; and health is proportion