Alison

“He looked at people outside; happy they seemed, collecting in the middle of the street, shouting, laughing, squabbling over nothing. But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him—he could not feel...He could reason; he could read...he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then—that he could not feel”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“...Her fine eyes, having no eyes to meet, gazed ahead, blank, bright, with the staring incredible innocence of sculpture”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Richard has improved. You are right,' said Sally. 'I shall go and talk to him. I shall say good-night. What does the brain matter,' said Lady Rosseter, getting up, 'compared with the heart?'
'I will come,' said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What was this terror? what is this ecstasy? the thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?
It is Clarissa, he said.
For there she was”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“It was jealousy that was at the bottom of it—jealousy which survived every other passion of mankind...She had been meeting Major Orde, Daisy said in her last letter; said it on purpose he knew; said it to make him jealous; he could see her wrinkling her forehead as she wrote, wondering what she could say to hurt him; and yet it made no difference...”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway