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 WhartonShe was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothesโshe was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.
Edith Wharton