Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone Edith Wharton hate eye self-esteem True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision. That new, that personal, vision is attained only by looking long enough at the object represented to make it the writer's own; and the mind which would bring this secret gem to fruition must be able to nourish it with an accumulated wealth of knowledge and experience. Edith Wharton wealth-of-knowledge mind long Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit Edith Wharton war people years 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 alive literature happiness She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision. Edith Wharton vision soul trying We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours. Edith Wharton march acres soul Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins. Edith Wharton sin mother inspiring There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged aunt, who had crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, said, 'My dears, let her marry the first man she falls in love with, and she will make such a fool of herself that it will probably save her life. Edith Wharton aunt falling-in-love girl There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton aging sorrow age She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate. Edith Wharton fate links civilization Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care. Edith Wharton care happiness art I think sometimes that it is almost a pity to enjoy Italy as much as I do, because the acuteness of my sensations makes them rather exhausting; but when I see the stupid Italians I have met here, completely insensitive to their surroundings, and ignorant of the treasures of art and history among which they have grown up, I begin to think it is better to be an American, and bring to it all a mind and eye unblunted by custom. Edith Wharton eye stupid art They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods Edith Wharton butterfly winter happiness Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. Edith Wharton immature fear art In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears. Edith Wharton tears literature enough It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes. Edith Wharton eye beautiful thinking A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys. Edith Wharton dramatic significance acquire I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Edith Wharton different stories people Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not. Edith Wharton may We ought to be opening a bottle of wine! Edith Wharton opening bottles wine
