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The old question which traversed the sky of the soul perpetually, the vast question which was apt to particularise itself at such moments stood over her, darkened over her. What is the meaning of life?That was all; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. Perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.

"Lily Briscoe watched Mrs Ramsay drifting into that strange no-man's land where to follow people is impossible and yet their going inflicts such a chill on those who watch them that they always try at least to follow them with their eyes as one follows a fading ship until the sails have sunk beneath the horizon"

"Strife, divisions, difference of opinion, prejudices twisted into the very fibre of being, oh that they should begin so early, Mrs Ramsay deplored. They were so critical, her children. They talked such nonsense. It seemed to her such nonsense - inventing difference, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that"

"Again he fell into that strange mood of speculation that was so foreign to him. If faces were different when lit from above or below - what was a face? What was anything"

"There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing and baffled common-sense"

She was delicately morbid in all her gestures,vulnerable to flattery. She veered between extrava-gant outbursts of opinion and sudden, uncertain halts, during which she seemed to look to him for approval. She was in love with the idea of intelligence, and she overestimated her own. Her sense of the world, though she presented it aggressively, could be, he sensed, snatched out from under her with little or no trouble"

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so familiar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation"

Given my recent run of literature one would presume I'm writing a thesis on marriage; it's just happenstance.

"Mary watched the wildly flickering flame of the dying lamp leap over walls and roof and the glittering window panes, and fell asleep holding his hand, - her husband's hand - protectively, as she might have held a child's whom she had wounded"

"It takes being in love to know something about yourself"

I'm trying to trust the journey with this one but why is Stoner such a doormat ?!?!?

"I was drinking vodka with orange juice and melted ice. The drink was at that stage in the life of a drink when you take the last bland sip and fade into rueful introspection, somewhere between self-pity and self-accusation"

"But before I can live with folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience"