"There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and explanations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more."
- Michael Cunningham
The concluding note of one of my favourite novels by far. This quote is everything, it is the everyday for the rest of our lives.
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