"Yes, it's time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that... There's just this for consolation: one hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the moment; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so."
From The Hours by Michelle Cunningham

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