She would not say of any one in the world now that they were this or were that. She felt very young ; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via wavingtovirginia)
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