“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
― from TO THE LIGHTHOUSE By Virginia Woolf, 1927
2024年2月13日 星期二
佳美 60 Berthe Morisot in Mourning - Édouard Manet. French ( 1832 - 1883 )
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