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


The Edith Wharton reader (ed. 1965)

Edith Wharton Quotes

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

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

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

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