"[She] spoke often in her poetry of the idea of ‘fittingness’ : that is, when your chosen pursuit and your ability to achieve it - no matter how small or insignificant both might be - are matched exactly, are fitting. This is when we become truly human, fully ourselves, beautiful.To swim when your body is made for swimming. To kneel when you feel humble. To drink water when you are thirsty. Or - if one wishes to be grand about it - to write [the words] that are the fitting receptacle of the feeling or thought that you hoped to convey." (Zadie Smith, On Beauty)
I finished a book yesterday. And I mourned its ending because I wanted to keep feeling the way I felt while reading it. The feeling which is impossible to maintain once you reach the last page and then can never read the book for the first time again.