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
Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.
[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.
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.
Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!
I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other ...
Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.
When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.
Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words ...
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.
Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.
... there are spines to which the immobility of worship is not a strain.
People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.
I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.