It partook ... of eternity ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out {she glanced at 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 endures.
( Virginia Woolf )
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