• What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

    Edith Wharton: What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.
    Edith Wharton (2016). “The House of Mirth: Edith Wharton”, p.134, VM eBooks