“I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel I can't go through another one of these terrible times and I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate so I am doing what seems to be the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I am spoiling your life and without me you could work and you will, I know. You see I can't even write this properly. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. Everything is gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.“
Virginia, Laura, and Clarissa. And of course, Mrs. Dalloway.
At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.
Always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.”
These were the last lines of Virginia’s suicide note written to her loving husband.