| Quote #1
Losing personality, one lost the fret, the hurry, the stir; and there rose to her lips always some exclamation of triumph over life when things came together in this peace, this rest, this eternity; and pausing there she looked out to meet that stroke of the Lighthouse, the long steady stroke, the last of the three, which was her stroke, for watching them in this mood always at this hour one could not help attaching oneself to one thing especially of the things one saw; and this thing, the long steady stroke, was her stroke. (1.11.1)
For Mrs. Ramsay, a moment of rest is equivalent to triumphing briefly over life.
| Quote #2
"It is a triumph," said Mr. Bankes, laying his knife down for a moment. He had eaten attentively. It was rich; it was tender. It was perfectly cooked. How did she manage these things in the depths of the country? he asked her. She was a wonderful woman. All his love, all his reverence, had returned; and she knew it. (1.17.47)
Mrs. Ramsay has succeeded in serving excellent food at dinner; her triumphs are often of the domestic sort.
| Quote #3
Well, let them improve upon that, he thought as he finished the chapter. He felt that he had been arguing with somebody, and had got the better of him. They could not improve upon that, whatever they might say; and his own position became more secure. (1.19.7)
Mr. Ramsay wins a fake argument. Triumph even comes out of non-existent conflicts.