Mrs. Dalloway"She would not say that of anyone in the world now that they were this or that. She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged" pg 8: Clarissa
""Fear no more the heat o' the sun, nor the furious winter's rages'" pg 9: Clarissa "But failure one conceals" pg 16: Rezia "She could not sit beside him when he stared so and did not see her and made everything terrible. And he would not kill himself; and she could tell no one" pg 23: Rezia "Away from people-they must get away from people. he said (jumping up), right away over there, where there were chairs beneath a tree and the long slope of the park dipped like a length of green stuff with a ceiling cloth of blue and pink smoke high above" pg 25: Septimus "For he was not old; his life was not over; not by any means. He was only just past fifty. Shall I tell her, he thought, or not?" pg 43: Peter "As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit holds up the human frame" pg 49: Peter "He had escaped! He was utterly free-as happens in the downfall of habit when the mind, like an unguarded flame, bows and bends" pg 52: Peter "To be rocked by this malignant torturer was her lot. But why?" pg 65: Rezia "Heaven was divinely merciful, infinitely benignant. It spared him, pardoned his weakness...Why could he see through bodies, see into the future, when dogs will become men?" pg 68: Septimus "The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells. like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time" pg 69: Septimus "One cannot perpetrate suffering, or increase the breed of these lustful animals, who had no lasting emotions, but only whims and vanities, eddying them now this way, now that" pg 89: Septimus "So there was no excuse; nothing whatever the matter, except the sin for which human nature had condemned him to death; that he did not feel" pg 91: Septimus "The time comes when it can't be said; one's too shy to say it, he thought" pg 115: Richard "For no Dalloways came down the Strand daily; she was a pioneer, a stray, venturing, trusting" pg 137: Elizabeth "The table drawer was full of those writings; about war; about Shakespeare; about great discoveries; how there is no death" pg 140: Rezia "But he would wait till the very last moment. He did not want to die. Life was good. The sun hot. Only human beings-what did they want? Coming down the staircase opposite, an old man stopped and stared at him. Holmes was at the door. 'I'll give it to you!' he cried, and flung himself vigorously, violently down on to Mrs. Filmer's area railings" pg 149: Septimus "And why the devil he did it, Dr. Holmes could not conceive: pg 150: Dr. Homes "It was odd; it was true; lots of people felt it" pg 156: Peter "For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self" pg 161: Peter "Why, after all, did she do these things? Why seek pinnacles and stand drenched in fire? Might is consume her anyhow! Burn her to cinders!" pg 167: Clarissa "A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death" pg 184: Clarissa "Somehow it was her disaster-her disgrace. It was her punishment" pg 185: Clarissa "The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. but she must go back. She must assemble" pg 186: Clarissa "What is this terror? What is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?" pg 194: Peter |
The Hours"You measure people first by their kindness and capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius" pg 18: Clarissa
"She is aware of her reflected movements in the glass, but does not permit herself to look" pg 30: Virginia "It is so beautiful; it is so much more than... well than almost anything, really. In another world she might have spent her whole life reading" pg 39: Laura "Here is the brilliant spirit, the woman of sorrows, the woman of transcendent joys, who would rather be elsewhere, who has consented to perform simple and essentially foolish tasks" pg 42: Laura "'The fact that I sometimes don't hear them or see them doesn't mean they're gone'" pg 59: Richard "'And I did remember. I seem to have fallen out of time.'" pg 62: Richard "'We're everything, all at once.'" pg. 67: Richard "'It's alive.. I think we may be able to save it.'" pg. 116: Quentin "'But this is the bird's time to die, we can't change that.'" pg 116: Vanessa "Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind, rain, no one wondering where I am" pg 135: Clarissa "It is possible to die" pg 151: Laura "It seems that she can survive, she can prosper, if she has London around her; if she disappears for a while into the enormity of it, brash and brazen now under a sky empty of threat" pg 168: Virginia "Something within her, something like a voice but not a voice, an inner knowledge all but indistinguishable from the pump of her heart" pg 197: Clarissa "'I don't know if I can face this... and then the hour after that " pg 197: Richard "She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts" pg 209: Virginia "Yes, Clarissa thinks, it's time for the day to be over" pg 225: Clarissa |