Beauty (was)a gift which, in the eyes of New York, justified every success, and excused a certain number of failings. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I am secretly afraid of animals… I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears.' Well, she has opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say she blinds people.… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I think sometimes that it is almost a pity to enjoy Italy as much as I do, because the acuteness of my… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,” he said. “Well, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain No tapers mirrored in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Two ways to be a light for all, is to be a flaming candle or the mirror that reflects it” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“... no treasure-house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well-stored memory.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“...the endless labour of rolling human stupidity up the steep hill of understanding.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
