virginia woolf

“and Mrs Ramsay could not help exclaiming, ‘Oh, how beautiful!’ For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into some moon country, uninhabited of men.” 

–to the lighthouse

“for they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say?”
–mrs. dalloway

“He was already halfway to the House of Commons, to his Armenians, or his Albanians, having settled her on the sofa, looking at his roses. And people would say, ‘Clarissa Dalloway is spoilt.’ She cared much more for her roses than for the Armenians. Hunted out of existence, maimed, frozen, the victims of cruelty and injustice (she had heard Richard say so over and over again)–so, she could feel nothing for the Albanians, or was it Armenians? but she loved her roses.”

–mrs. dalloway

“all at once he realised that it was this: it was this:–she was the most beautiful person he had every seen. With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets–what nonsense was he thinking?”

–to the lighthouse

“did they know, she asked, that they were surrounded by an enchanted garden? Light & trees & wonderful gleaming lakes & the sky. Just a few fairy lamps, she had said, in the back garden! but she was a magician!”
–mrs. dalloway


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