He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.
Edith WhartonOnly the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.
Edith WhartonLife is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
Edith Wharton