The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even… — 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
Apart from the pleasure of looking at her and listening to her-of enjoying in her what others less discriminatingly but as liberally… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that… — 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
For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are. — 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
