" My dear, you married a restless creature," she said. "One of those inwardly discontented creatures who wherever they are would like to be somewhere else, and whatever they do think they might have got what they wanted of they'd done the other thing. It's just sheer pride. They don't even know what they want, but such is their opinion of their own desserts that when they are given a life as near perfection as one can have in this world they are not satisfied even with that."

"Are you describing yourself, Daphne?" asked her astonished husband.

"Yes, John. I've been converted to the idea that I'm a lucky woman. It's not a sudden conversion so there's hope it may last. "

― Elizabeth Goudge , The Rosemary Tree