There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not… - Vita Sackville-West

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There had been no moments when she could differentiate and say: Then, at such a moment, I love him; and again, Then, at such another, I loved him not. The stress had been constant. her love for him had been a straight black line drawn right through her life. It had hurt her, it had damaged her, it had diminished her, but she had been unable to curve away from it.