I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
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 WhartonOverhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
Edith WhartonโYes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,โ he said. โWell, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she blinds people. What she does is just the contrary โ she fastens their eyelids open, so that they're never again in the blessed darkness.โ
Edith Wharton