Rosamond Lehmann

There was sadness in everything__n the room, in the ringing bird-calls from the garden, in the lit, golden lawn beyond the window, with its single miraculous cherry-tree breaking in immaculate blossom and tossing long foamy sprays against the sky. She was sad to the verge of tears, and yet the sorrow was rich__ suffocating joy.

One can present people with opportunities. One cannot make them equal to them.