Welcome to a new feature of this blog, "SHIVERING FRAGMENTS!" In this feature, we link to quotes that contain the phrase "shivering fragments."
Today: Virginia Woolf.
I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind’s passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments—to me this seems the natural process, the flight of the mind. Do they really reach the same thing?