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In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The worst of doing one’s duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else (Edith Wharton Quotes)
To be able to look life in the face: that’s worth living in a garret for, isn’t it? (Edith Wharton Quotes)
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors? (Edith Wharton Quotes)
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there’s only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have a fairly good time (Edith Wharton Quotes)
Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetites (Edith Wharton Quotes)
I shan’t be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I’m like a child going at night into a room where there’s always a light (Edith Wharton Quotes)
And you’ll sit beside me, and we’ll look, not at visions, but at realities (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! (Edith Wharton Quotes)
With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other (Edith Wharton Quotes)
In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert (Edith Wharton Quotes)
It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be (Edith Wharton Quotes)
One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are (Edith Wharton Quotes)
She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring (Edith Wharton Quotes)
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch (Edith Wharton Quotes)
Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can’t bit on (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The only thing to do is to hug one’s friends tight and do one’s job (Edith Wharton Quotes)
One can remain alive... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways (Edith Wharton Quotes)
Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but an uncharted voyage on the seas (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading (Edith Wharton Quotes)
For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins (Edith Wharton Quotes)
She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order (Edith Wharton Quotes)
Through this atmosphere of torrid splendor moved wan beings as richly upholstered as the furniture, beings without definite pursuits or permanent relations, who drifted on a languid tide of curiosity... Somewhere behind them, in the background of their lives there was doubtless a real past, yet they had no more real existence than the poet’s shades in limbo (Edith Wharton Quotes)
I couldn’t have spoken like this yesterday, because when we’ve been apart, and I’m looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you’re so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting it to come true (Edith Wharton Quotes)
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her (Edith Wharton Quotes)
What is one’s personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence (Edith Wharton Quotes)
The other producer of old age is habit: the deathly process of doing the same thing in the same way at the same hour day after day, first from carelessness, then from inclination, at last from cowardice or inertia. Luckily the inconsequent life is not the only alternative; for caprice is as ruinous as routine. Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive (Edith Wharton Quotes)