“The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.("The Triumph Of The Night")”
Edith Wharton“...life makes ugly faces at us sometimes, I know.”
Edith Wharton, The Buccaneers“The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.("The Triumph Of The Night")”
Edith Wharton, The Ghost Stories of Edith Wharton“We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth“Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth“Oh, Gerty, I wasn't meant to be good.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth“The noble buoyancy of her attitude, its suggestion of soaring grace, revealed the touch of poetry in her beauty that Selden always felt in her presence, yet lost the sense of when he was not with her. Its expression was now so vivid that for the first time he seemed to see before him the real Lily Bart, divested of all the trivialities of her little world, and catching for a moment a note of that eternal harmony of whichher beauty was a part.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth“True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.”
Edith Wharton“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“Life is the only real counselor wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue. ”
Edith Wharton“My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.”
Edith Wharton