The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.
Katherine Mansfieldthere does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.
Katherine MansfieldThere are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.
Katherine MansfieldAch, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why canโt I talk to you in a big darkish room at late eveningโwhere the light is green from the waving trees outside? Iโd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
Katherine Mansfield