I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

Why have I so little control? It is the case of much waste and pain in my life.

It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence