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We became six people at a table in Hampton Court. We rose and walked together down the avenue. In the thin, the unreal twilight, fitfully like the ech...more

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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

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It was love, she thought, love that never clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was m...more

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Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one’s perceptions, half-way to truth, were tangled in a g...more

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They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love

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She actually said with an emotion that she seldom let appear, "Let me come with you," and he laughed. He meant yes or no - either perhaps. But it was ...more

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Such was the complexity of things. For what happened to her, especially staying with the Ramsays, was to be made to feel violently two opposite things...more

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But love – don’t we all talk a great deal of nonsense about it? What does one mean? ... It’s only a story one makes up in one’s mind about another per...more

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Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He...more

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Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin...more

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the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a ...more

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He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had...more

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But love...it's only an illusion. A story one makes up in one's mind about another person. And one knows all the time it isn't true. Of course one kno...more

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He felt himself now, as he had often fancied other people, adrift on the stream, and far removed from control of it, a man with no grasp upon circumst...more

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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.