She could not know what it was. She could not remember what it had been. Only that it had
been more lovely than anything ever could be. Only that.
D.H. Lawrence, from Lady Chatterley’s Lover
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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She could not know what it was. She could not remember what it had been. Only that it had
been more lovely than anything ever could be. Only that.
(via violentwavesofemotion)