The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

He had thought that he valued his solitude; now, though, with solitude forced upon him, he felt an urgent need to talk, to be heard by someone, as if he could not be sure he even existed without someone’s conversation as evidence.

and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event

A smiling, bantering, humouring, watchful and incessant lie. A lie by day, a lie by night, a lie in every touch and every look; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every word and in every silence.

Written By Edith Wharton

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