“Far was Italy and the white houses and the room where her sisters sat making hats, and the streets crowded every evening with people walking, laughing out loud, not half alive like people here, huddled up in Bath chairs, looking at a few ugly flowers stuck in pots!
‘For you should see the Milan gardens,’ she said aloud. But to whom?
There was nobody. Her words faded” (23).
I think that this passage conveys the feelings of homesickness and isolation really well. It is terrible to feel like there is nobody who you can talk to, who would want to listen to you, and that your words mean nothing to anyone and disappear.
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. San Diego: Harcourt, 1925. Print.