Words matter. These are the best Edith Wharton Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
To be able to look life in the face: that’s worth living in a garret for, isn’t it?
The worst of doing one’s duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.
What’s the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose ’em out.
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
I don’t know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting.
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.
In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author’s political views.
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.
When people ask for time, it’s always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn’t take half as long to say.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
When people ask for time, it’s always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn’t take half as long to say.
Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
If only we’d stop trying to be happy we’d have a pretty good time.
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
