“Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“My favorite of all God's gifts takes my hand, and the contact flows through all of me, singing in my veins like red wine.” — Sparrow AuSoleil Copy Share Image
