“It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvas, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“They would say,” he answered, “that you do not fail in obedience through lack of love, but have lost love because you never attempted obedience.” — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
