What we do on some great occasion will depend on what we are; and what we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline.” —H. P. Liddon

My baseball career was a long, long initiation into a single secret: At the heart of all things is love.

Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable; but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.

She had influenced him more than any person he had ever known. And always in this way coming before him without his wishing it, cool, ladylike, critical; or ravishing, romantic.

Written By Virginia Woolf

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