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Quotes from Edith Wharton

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
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
The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.
~ Edith Wharton
In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.
~ Edith Wharton
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
In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers...
~ Edith Wharton
The only way to not think about money is to have a great deal of it. You might as well say that the only way not to think about air is to have enough to breathe.
~ Edith Wharton
There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.
~ Edith Wharton
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
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.
~ Edith Wharton
It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.
~ Edith Wharton
I have tried hard - but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person. I can hardly be said to have an independent existence. I was just a screw or a cog in the great machine called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was no use anywhere else. What can one do when one finds out that one only fits into one hole? One must go back to it or be thrown out into the rubbish heap - and you don't know what it's like in the rubbish heap!
~ Edith Wharton
And all the while, I suppose, he thought, real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them ...
~ Edith Wharton
I felt there was no one as kind as you; no one who gave me reasons that I understood for doing what at first seemed so hard and--unnecessary.
~ Edith Wharton
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity
~ Edith Wharton
Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.
~ Edith Wharton
It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.
~ Edith Wharton
You thought I was a lovelorn mistress and I was really just an expensive prostitute.
~ Edith Wharton
He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
~ Edith Wharton
She had taken everything else from him, and now she meant to take the one thing that made up for it all.
~ Edith Wharton
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
~ Edith Wharton
Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.
~ Edith Wharton
Isn't it natural that I should belittle all the things I can't offer you?
~ Edith Wharton
And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers and long-dead ancestresses, because it was supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to, in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure in smashing it like an image made of snow.
~ Edith Wharton