Henry James
Henry James
Henry James, OM15 April 1843 – 28 February 1916) was an American-born writer. He is regarded as one of the key figures of 19th-century literary realism. He was the son of Henry James, Sr. and the brother of philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 April 1843
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
country travel mountain
It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.
book library subscription
The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.
ironic irony underestimate
Don’t underestimate the value of irony—it is extremely valuable.
pain love-you thinking
I don't care about anything but you, and that's enough for the present. I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad; only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be pain? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not the deepest thing; there's something deeper.
sweet eye thinking
She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more - this idea was as sweet as a vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land. ... but Isabel recognized, as it passed before her eyes, the quick vague shadow of a long future. She should never escape; she should last to the end.
mistake opportunity hands
She had an unequalled gift, usually pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into opportunities.
rivers blue fiction
She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.
fashion effort lessons
I have in my own fashion learned the lesson that life is effort, unremittingly repeated.
men light blue
You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.
life half way
...I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live...
judging ignorant forty
One can't judge till one's forty; before that we're too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.
fashion art criticism
Nothing, of course, will ever take the place of the good old fashion of 'liking' a work of art or not liking it; the more improved criticism will not abolish that primitive, that ultimate, test.
people eating tasting
There were always people to snatch at you, and it would never occur to them that they were eating you up. They did that without tasting.
wish looks mills
You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.