For it was extraordinary to think that they had been capable of going on living all these years when she had not thought of them more than once all that time.

mother and child might be reduced to a shadow without irreverence.

would like her to see him, gowned and hooded, walking in a procession.

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

the progress of civilisation depend upon great men?

The very stone one kicks with one’s boot will outlast Shakespeare.

love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain.

Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs Ramsay one?

was their relation, and his coming to her like that, openly, so that anyone could see, that discomposed her; for then people said he depended on her,