Iโm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.
Virginia WoolfWhy is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end.
Virginia WoolfThere is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.
Virginia Woolf