Lily Briscoe on Love

Directly one looked up and saw them, what she called ‘being in love’ flooded them.  They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love.  The sky stuck to them; the birds sang through them.


Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than love; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.

To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf


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