“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
(Virginia Woolf, “Moments of Being”)
some past posts:
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“Our ancestors move along with us, in underground rivers and springs too deep for chaos to reach.”
(Wally Lamb, “The Hour I First Believed”)