“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
She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The light of the October afternoon lay on an old high-roofed house which enclosed in its long expanse of brick and yellowish… — 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
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. --Edith Wharton — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“There are 2 ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Lady Brightlingsea considered it her duty to fish out of this out darkness, and drag for a moment into the light, any… — 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
