It was the present moment. No one need wonder that Orlando started, pressed her hand to her heart, and turned pale. For what more terrifying revelation can there be than that it is the present moment?

One fact of the life is sometimes we laugh remembering the times we cried.  And sometimes cry remembering the times we laughed....

She was no longer wresting with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she might find herself some day in a difficult position, so that she should have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.

Written By Henry James

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