And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. Edith Wharton feds bones passion ... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle. Edith Wharton pain suffering joy Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Edith Wharton wells knows facts My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write. Edith Wharton pages writing way ... there are spines to which the immobility of worship is not a strain. Edith Wharton spine strain worship 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 strong blood years He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime. Edith Wharton regret lifetime memories One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written. Edith Wharton style care littles Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death. Edith Wharton saddest next life People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications. Edith Wharton trouble people years And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers and long-dead ancestresses, because it was supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to, in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure in smashing it like an image made of snow. Edith Wharton aunt mother exercise ...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written. Edith Wharton lines literature people Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one. Edith Wharton lilies substance literature As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other’s angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep Edith Wharton wife house long “Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,” he said. “Well, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she blinds people. What she does is just the contrary — she fastens their eyelids open, so that they're never again in the blessed darkness.” Edith Wharton eye blessed people He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate. Edith Wharton light winter night ... naturalness is not always consonant with taste. Edith Wharton consonants taste Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes. Edith Wharton pairs episodes eye It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now Edith Wharton late too-late I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession. Edith Wharton ems dull thinking
