"From the other world I come back to you."

“ She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique. It was something that lasted; something that mattered for ever. ” - Virginia Woolf,Moments Of Being. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)