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.
...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written.
I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.
... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.
I am secretly afraid of animals.... I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which beliesit, and is so tragic a reminder of the lost age when we human beings branched off and left them: left them to eternal inarticulateness and slavery. Why? their eyes seem to ask us.
Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them — & it mitigates the pang of losing them to know how very happy a little affection has made them .
To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.
Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in great architecture, great painting and great literature. Only in the atmosphere thus engendered floats that impalpable dust of ideas which is the real culture. A colony of ants or bees will never create a Parthenon.
There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.
I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.
Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit
It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.
They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.
I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you're so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting it to come true.
The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.
whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.
What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.
And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.
Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people's lots compared with their innate tendency to have things happen to them.
She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.
Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.
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