Edith Wharton
Edith Wharton
Edith Whartonwas a Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist, short story writer, and designer. She was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1927, 1928 and 1930. Wharton combined her insider's view of America's privileged classes with a brilliant, natural wit to write humorous, incisive novels and short stories of social and psychological insight. She was well acquainted with many of her era's other literary and public figures, including Theodore Roosevelt...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 January 1862
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
Life is made up of compromises.
Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?
Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.
Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
It would presently be his task to take the bandage from this young woman's eyes, and bid her look forth on the world. But how many generations of the women who had gone to her making had descended bandaged to the family vault? He shivered a little, remembering some of the new ideas in his scientific books, and the much-cited instance of the Kentucky cave-fish, which had ceased to develop eyes because they had no use for them.
Everything about her was both vigorous and exquisite.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods