There it was, all around them ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced out the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that remains for ever after.
Virginia Wolf
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