...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
For women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.