This quote was at the beginning of a book I read over the weekend. Although the book was pretty lame, this quote stood out to me.
"The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this plant. It is, on the whole, a merciful arrangement. We are not condemned to sustained flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves. We are intermittent creatures, always falling to little ends and rising to little new beginnings. Our soon-tired consciousness is meted out in chapters, and that the world will look quite different tomorrow is, for both our comfort and our discomfort, usually true. How marvelously too night matches sleep, sweet images of it, so neatly apportioned to our need. Angles must wonder at these things being who fall so regularly out of awareness into phantasm-invested dark. How our frail identities survive these chasms no philosopher has ever been able to explain." --Iris Murdoch