Author of quotes: Edith Wharton

... Ignorance is not a virtue ...

... I'm not too prudent – when I'm happy, I prefer not to think about the future.

- Yes, I know: I know. But on condition that they do not hear anything unpleasant. Aunt Welland put it that way when I tried ... Doesn't anyone here want to know the truth, Mr. Archer? Real loneliness is living with these kind people who only ask you to pretend!

He mentally sorted through the marriages of his friends - supposedly happy - and found none that would even remotely correspond to the picture of the passionate and tender friendship that he drew for himself, thinking about them with May. He suddenly realized that this picture, which he so dreamed of, demanded from May freedom of judgment, experience, scope of thoughts - in short, all those traits, the absence of which in her diligently brought up. He was horrified by the premonition that their marriage was doomed to become like everyone else around him, a boring union of material and public interests, which was held together, on the one hand, by hypocrisy, and on the other by ignorance.

… Young people are so unreasonable and some women are so insidious.

... The anticipation of pleasure sometimes gave him a more thrill than the pleasure itself.

Looking back on his past, she saw the endless chain of concessions and above.

If we leave the effort will certainly be happy, we can still enjoy life.

It is much easier to follow the traditions. There is no need to try to emancipate his wife if she does not know about his lack of freedom.

If he and she were looking at the same thing from different sides, and the side that she saw, all was light and life, and he saw a cemetery...

All this time I was trying to instruct between us all sorts of obstacles - now I want all of them to carry. I tried to forget your image - now I want to remember you always. Tried not to listen to your voice now don't want to hear anyone else. I made a choice - that's all; you were mine, and I want to keep you. Her face glowed just like the eyes. - To keep you here. She paused and put a hand on his chest.

It was not a drop of poetry, but it was something that awakened the poetry in others; and in moments of passion, the imagination does not always feel the difference...

The mere fact that you no longer have to listen to her incredibly heightened her charm. It is, of course, talked as usual, but it didn't matter because it no longer made any effort to follow her words, endured the sound of her voice as a musical background for his thoughts.

She was one of those natural creatures who live entirely by emotions and become uninteresting or sentimental when they try to Express the feeling through the word. his tenderness returned it to the place allotted to her by nature, and Darrow felt as if he embraced the tree, and from that blossomed the nymph...