Edith Wharton Quotes About House

Quotes about: House

• But I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.

  Edith Wharton

  Doors, Drawing, House

  Edith Wharton (2016). “Early Short Stories: American Literature”, p.143, VM eBooks

• I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.

  Edith Wharton

  Believe, Self, House

• Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

  Edith Wharton

  Reflection, Self, House

  Edith Wharton (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)”, p.2044, Delphi Classics

• As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other’s angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep

  Edith Wharton

  Wife, Long, House

  Edith Wharton (2006). “The Age of Innocence”, p.148, OUP Oxford

• Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

  Edith Wharton

  Mad, House

  Edith Wharton (2013). “Collected Works of Edith Wharton”, p.3355, e-artnow sro

• My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth!

  Edith Wharton

  Thinking, Class, America

• ... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

  Edith Wharton

  Book, House, Library

  Edith Wharton (2013). “A Backward Glance”, p.216, Lulu Press, Inc

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