Quotes from Edith Wharton
Now the spectacle was before him in its glory, and as he looked out on it he felt shy, old-fashioned, inadequate: a mere grey speck of a man compared with the ruthless magnificent fellow he had dreamed of being....
- Edith Wharton
And for always getting what she wants in the long run, commend me to a nasty woman.
- Edith Wharton
Oh, I am—it's much safer to be fond of dangerous people.
- Edith Wharton
It had evidently not occurred to her as yet that those who consent to share the bread of adversity may want the whole cake of prosperity for themselves.
- Edith Wharton
But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face...
- Edith Wharton
The world] is not a pretty place; and the only way to keep a footing in it is to fight it on its own terms - and above all, my dear, not alone!
- Edith Wharton
That very afternoon they had seemed full of brilliant qualities; now she saw that they were merely dull in a loud way.
- Edith Wharton
Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.
- Edith Wharton
Original! We're all as like each other as those dolls cut out of the same folded paper. We're like patterns stenciled on a wall. Can't you and I strike out for ourselves, May?
- Edith Wharton
The quiet, almost passive young woman struck him as exactly the kind of person to whom things were bound to happen, no matter how much she shrank from them and went out of her way to avoid them.
- Edith Wharton
She often climbed up the hill and lay there alone for the mere pleasure of feeling the wind and of rubbing her cheeks in the grass. Generally at such times she did not think of anything, but lay immersed in an in an inarticulate well-being.
- Edith Wharton
Untrained human nature was not frank and innocent; it was full of the twists and defences of an instinctive guile. 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