I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and itโs too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of oneโs being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.
Katherine MansfieldWarm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.
Katherine MansfieldThe ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.
Katherine MansfieldI always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
Katherine MansfieldWhat can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?
Katherine Mansfield