“It’s true that I’m cold & reserved to other people; I don’t feel affection even easily: but apart from love I’m fond of you as I’ve never been of anyone or thing in the world. We often laugh about your lovableness but you don’t know how lovable you are. It’s what really keeps me awake far more than any desire. It’s what worries me now, tears me two ways sometimes - for I wouldn’t have you marry me, much as I love you, if I thought it would bring you any unhappiness.”
— Leonard Woolf, in a letter to Virginia Stephen, dated 29 April 1912.