His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time. — 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
But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in;… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“She lay for a long time listening to the mysterious sounds given forth by old houses at night, the undefinable creakings, rustlings,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Since the fanciful vision of the future that had flitted through her imagination at their first meeting she had hardly ever thought… — 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
