She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.
Edith WhartonArcher reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.
Edith Wharton