I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“To the French, [le plaisir] is a part of the general fearless and joyful contact with life. ” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“It was difficult to define her beyond saying that she seemed to exist only as a hostess, not so much from any… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“...he arrived late at the office, perceived that his doing so made no difference whatever to any one, and was filled with… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Archer looked down with wonder at the familiar spectacle. It surprised him that life should be going on in the old way… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“...but these backwaters of existence sometimes breed, in their sluggish depths, strange acuities of emotion... ("Afterward")” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The turnings of life seldon show a sign-post; or rather, though the sign is always there, it is usually placed some distance… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“There was money enough... but she asked so much of life, in ways so complex and immaterial. He thought of her as… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death; yet there are always new countries to see, new books to read… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“She had given him all she had - but what was it compared to the other gifts life held for him? She… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I cannot picture what the life of the spirit would have been without him. He found me when my mind and soul… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“As she lay there she said to herself that there was something she must tell Selden, some word she had found that… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“There were moments when she longed blindly for anything different, anything strange, remote and untried; but the utmost reach of her imagination… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“As soon as he heard of the Sillerton’s party he had said to himself that the Marchioness Manson would certainly come to… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“He had built up within himself a kind of sanctuary in which she throned among his secret thoughts and longings. Little by… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a doomed city… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational activities; thither he brought the books he… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it? — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life is the only real counsellor;Wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the air was full of that deep clangor of bells which periodically covers Rome with a roof of silver.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“Untrained human nature was not frank and innocent; it was full of the twists and defences of an instinctive guile. And he felt himself… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture, though the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“Two ways to be a light for all, is to be a flaming candle or the mirror that reflects it” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“... no treasure-house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well-stored memory.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“...the endless labour of rolling human stupidity up the steep hill of understanding.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! — Edith Wharton Copy Share
With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions (of which its author had quite probably never… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“But in a few years more perhaps there may be; for, deep within us as the ghost instinct lurks, I seem to see it… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“These Americans, under their forthcoming manner, their surface-gush, as some might call it, have an odd reticence about what goes on underneath.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share