And it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!Virginia Woolf
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The moment of the feeling of attraction to the other person. The moment between six and seven when everything is white, everything is blue, everything is red, everything is black. It’s just the feeling of attraction to the other person. Every flower seems to burn by itself, softly pure in the misty beds. And how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over her cherry pie.
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
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