“The fact that he and she understood each other without a word seemed to bring them nearer than any explanation would have… — 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
“There was such love as she had dreamed, and she meant to go on believing in it and cherishing the thought that… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“She had always thought of love as something confused and furtive, and he made it as bright and open as the summer… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“She made no answer, and he went on: “What’s the use? You gave me my first glimpse of a real life, and… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Their voices rose and fell, like the murmuring of two fountains answering each other across a garden full of flowers. At length,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The young man was sincerely but placidly in love. He delighted in the radiant good looks of his betrothed, in her health,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
You thought I was a lovelorn mistress and I was really just an expensive prostitute. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Staunch and faithful lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love that one ever gives them. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I felt there was no one as kind as you; no one who gave me reasons that I understood for doing what… — 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
Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its… — 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
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
“Do you know, I began to see what marriage is for. It’s to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think… — 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
