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Edith Wharton Inspirational Quotes (144)

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People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.
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Until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation and thought can make a work of art without the cook's intervening.
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Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.
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Do you know-I hardly remembered you? Hardly remembered me? I mean: how shall I explain? I-it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again.
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It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
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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.
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One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.
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But marriage is one long sacrifice.... Chapter 21, Medora Manson speaking to Newland Archer
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The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.
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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.
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One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.
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She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.
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A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
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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.
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Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children.
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He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
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Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
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It was amusement enough to be with a group of fearless and talkative girls, who said new things in a new language, who were ignorant of tradition and unimpressed by distinctions of rank but it was soon clear that their young hostesses must be treated with the same respect, if not with the same ceremony as English girls of good family.
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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.
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.
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The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
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Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
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She was very near hating him now yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.
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