Richard: I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment! The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms; this towel, how it smells, how it feels, its thread; all our feelings, yours and mine; the history of it. Who we once were; everything in the world. Everything all mixed up. Like it's all mixed up now. And I failed. I failed. No matter where you start with it, it ends up being so much less. Sheer fucking pride. And stupidity. We want everything. Don't we?
Clarissa: I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I, I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more...never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.
Virginia Woolf: You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
Richard Brown: Just wait till I die. Then you'll have to think of yourself. How are you going to like that?
Virginia Woolf: Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face. And to know it for what it is. At last to know it is. To love it for what it is. And then to put it away. Leonard always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.