The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it… — 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
People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications. — 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
If I could have made the change sooner I daresay I should never have given a thought to the literary delights of… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long… — 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
