She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them. Edith Wharton openingeyelong He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters. Edith Wharton lonelinesswinterprofound ...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert. Edith Wharton fatespontaneityfeelings 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 shiningwinterspring And I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, & diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie. Edith Wharton marriagepainties Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue. Edith Wharton womenrealmistake In the dissolution of sentimental partnerships it is seldom that both associates are able to withdraw their funds at the same time. Edith Wharton sentimentaldivorceable The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth. Edith Wharton moralstoriesmay The value of books is proportionate to what may be called their plasticity -- their quality of being all things to all men, of being diversely moulded by the impact of fresh forms of thought. Edith Wharton impactmenbook The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. Edith Wharton worstduty I can't love you unless I give you up. Edith Wharton i-canlove-yougiving I wonder why rich people always grow fat I suppose it's because there's nothing to worry them. Edith Wharton wonderworrypeople The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content. Edith Wharton crusheyelove To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines. Edith Wharton moroccolinesshapes I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other. Edith Wharton sacredmarriedworry 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 armsbutterflykissing 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 battlelongyears Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'. Edith Wharton stupidpeoplethinking there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine. Edith Wharton letterswritingway 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 fedsbonespassion
