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 More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton We ought to be opening a bottle of wine! Edith Wharton opening bottles wine There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. Edith Wharton light mirrors happiness What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast. Edith Wharton bananas shame breakfast If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time. Edith Wharton women happy happiness They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets. Edith Wharton gestures puppets groups We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we? Edith Wharton novel life people Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children. Edith Wharton daughter mother children 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 pages reading book Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on. Edith Wharton life-and-love certain memories Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing. Edith Wharton breathing air ideas Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins. Edith Wharton ruins achievement way My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth! Edith Wharton class america thinking I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome. Edith Wharton care sick hands The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job. Edith Wharton hug friendship jobs A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue. Edith Wharton divorce literature new-york No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity. Edith Wharton nests vanity weight In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante. Edith Wharton littles happiness world I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else. Edith Wharton cogs machines use I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting. Edith Wharton education men interesting Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits. Edith Wharton perpetual broken together
