The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free. Edith Wharton wifeusetrying traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy. Edith Wharton hardesttraditionlost Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair. Edith Wharton womendoehair The turnings of life seldon show a sign-post; or rather, though the sign is always there, it is usually placed some distance back, like the notices that give warning of a bad hill or a level railway-crossing. Edith Wharton distancewarninggiving You thought I was a lovelorn mistress; and I was only an expensive prostitute. Edith Wharton mistressexpensive He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty. Edith Wharton girladventuremen I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it. Edith Wharton motherbookchildren There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny. Edith Wharton fatedestinymen In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert. Edith Wharton desertgriefheart Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths? Edith Wharton illusionmeanideas But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart. Edith Wharton destinyhalftogether Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them. Edith Wharton inanimate-objectsupsettea If proportion is the good breeding of architecture, symmetry, or the answering of one part to another, may be defined as the sanity of decoration. Edith Wharton sanityarchitecturemay My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet. Edith Wharton doganimallove Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves? Edith Wharton get-togethertogether She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life. Edith Wharton afternoonboredommight He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty. Edith Wharton visionseasky After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others. Edith Wharton weak-pointsglittercriticism Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain No tapers mirrored in long palace floors, Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles, But just the common dusty wind-blown day That roofs earth's millions. Edith Wharton lighteyewind The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it. Edith Wharton moneyliteraturethinking
