Archer was too intelligent to think that a young woman like Ellen Olenska would necessarily recoil from everything that reminded her of… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people's lots compared with their… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but… — 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
It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events. — 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
I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but… — 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
How much longer are we going to think it necessary to be American before (or in contradistinction to) being cultivated, being enlightened,… — 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
I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'. — 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
