‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary
‘Nobody shall say of me that I have not known perfect happiness, but few could put their finger on the moment, or say what made it.'
