Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.
Edith WhartonI don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.
Edith WhartonIn a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.
Edith WhartonHe seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters.
Edith Wharton