I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the halfway, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.

One of the most difficult times in my life was when I escaped from Romania in November of 1989.

(What makes his world so hard to see clearly is not its strangeness but its usualness).Familiarity can blind you too.

But that had been out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable.

Written By Edith Wharton

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