“Stars, sun, moon,” it seemed to say, “the daisy in the grass, fires, frost on the window pane, my heart goes out to you. But,” it always seemed to add, “you break, you pass, you go.” And simultaneously it covered the intensity of both these states of mind with “I can’t reach you — I can’t get at you,” spoken wistfully, frustratedly. And the stars faded.”
Virginia Woolf,Moments Of Being.
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