|
9f1cb6c
|
he mused, thinking of his son as the spokesman of the new generation which had swept away all the old landmarks, and with them the sign-posts and the danger-signal.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
63082c5
|
Sa emigreze! Parca un gentleman ar putea sa-si paraseasca patria!
|
|
the-age-of-innocence
varsta-inocentei
|
Edith Wharton |
|
e174a2b
|
legatura dintre sot si sotie, chiar daca se mai putea desface in epocile de prosperitate, era de nedezlegat in momentele de nenorocire.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
3cd4648
|
She knew herself by heart too, and was sick of the old story.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
1f833cd
|
The drawing-room door opened, and two high-stocked and ample-coated young men came in--two Jim Ralstons, so to speak. Delia had never before noticed how much her husband and his cousin Joe were alike: it made her feel how justified she was in always thinking of the Ralstons collectively.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
98d5131
|
It was in a tiny Venetian church, no more than a chapel, that Lewis Racie's eyes had been unsealed--in the dull-looking little church not even mentioned in the guidebooks.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
86ea7eb
|
She was BAD . . . always. They used to meet at the Fifth Avenue Hotel," said my mother, as if the scene of the offence added to the guilt of the couple whose past she was revealing."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
181f1a5
|
Emigrate! As if a gentleman could abandon his own country! One could no more do that than one could roll up one's sleeves and go down into the muck.
|
|
society
|
Edith Wharton |
|
c169781
|
Chi ama le idee non e destinato a morire di fame.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
0ac978f
|
Lily's taste of beneficence had wakened in her a momentary appetite for well-doing. Her visit to the Girls' Club had first brought her in contact with the dramatic contrasts of life. She had always accepted with philosophic calm the fact that such existences as hers were pedestalled on foundations of obscure humanity. The dreary limbo of dinginess lay all around and beneath that little illuminated circle in which life reached its finest eff..
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
dec4f16
|
Suddenly the air was full of that deep clangor of bells which periodically covers Rome with a roof of silver.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
3fac140
|
the stoic's carelessness of material things, combined with the epicurean's pleasure in them.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
2841e1d
|
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
0670f0a
|
He did not in the least wish the future Mrs. Newland Archer to be a simpleton. He meant her (thanks to his enlightening companionship) to develop a social tact and readiness of wit enabling her to hold her own with the most popular married women of the 'younger set,' in which it was the recognized custom to attract masculine homage while playfully discouraging it. If he had probed to the bottom of his vanity (as he sometimes nearly did) he ..
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
00e2997
|
You see, Monsieur, it's worth everything, isn't it, to keep one's intellectual liberty, not to enslave one's powers of appreciation, one's critical independence?
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
891c739
|
It was the old New York way, of taking life 'without effusion of blood''; the way of people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency about courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than 'scenes,' except the behavior of those who gave rise to them.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
4272f1c
|
You idiot!" said his wife, and threw down her cards."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
8b254bd
|
The whole truth?" Miss Bart laughed. "What is truth? Where a woman is concerned, it's the story that's easiest to believe."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
fab174c
|
Todos vivian en una especie de mundo de acertijos, donde lo verdadero nunca se decia ni se hacia ni se pensaba.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
e1084a4
|
The whole truth?" Miss Bart laughed. "What is truth?" --
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
f4d9f90
|
There were moments of overwhelming lassitude, when, like the victim of some poison which leaves the brain clear, but holds the body motionless, she saw herself domesticated with the Horror, accepting its perpetual presence as one of the fixed conditions of life.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
80fb51f
|
For four or five generations it had been the rule of both houses that a young fellow should go to Columbia or Harvard, read law, and then lapse into more or less cultivated inaction.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
a7e6da4
|
I've no doubt the rabbit always thinks it is fascinating the anaconda.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
e76473c
|
But the idealist subdued to vulgar necessities must employ vulgar minds to draw the inferences to which he cannot stoop
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
94a798e
|
Such verbal generosities were in fact only a humbugging disguise of the inexorable conventions that tied things together and bound people down to the old pattern.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
78257fb
|
It was as if the eager current of her being had been checked by a sudden obstacle which drove it back upon itself. She looked at him helplessly, like a hurt or frightened child: this real self of hers, which he had the faculty of drawing out of the depths, was so little accustomed to go alone!
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
2b8a3c6
|
Even when it's the other way round it ain't always so easy to decide how far that kind of thing's binding... and they say shipwrecked fellows'll make a meal of friend as quick as they would of a total stranger.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
46a9bf5
|
She could only gather, from the silences and evasions amid which she moved, that a woman had turned up--a woman who was of course "dreadful," and whose dreadfulness appeared to include a sort of shadowy claim upon Arthur. But the claim, whatever it was, had been promptly discredited."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
0e218b6
|
They say New Yorkers are always in a hurry; but I can't say as they've hurried much to make our acquaintance.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
b316d50
|
Soul is more bruisable than flesh, and Juila was wounded in every fiber of her spirit.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
676588d
|
Why do you do this to me?" she cried. "Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead?" "No, I have nothing to give you instead," he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. "If I had, it should be yours, you know."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
eb6d603
|
What was the use of being beautiful and attracting attention if one were perpetually doomed to relapse again into the obscure mass of the Uninvited?
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
95e1545
|
But these mysteries, and many others, were closely locked in Mr. Jackson's breast; for not only did his keen sense of honour forbid his repeating anything privately imparted, but he was fully aware that his reputation for discretion increased his opportunities of finding out what he wanted to know.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
1abc075
|
She closed her eyes an instant, and the vacuous routine of the life she had chosen stretched before her like a long white road without dip or turning: it was true she was to roll over it in a carriage instead of trudging it on foot, but sometimes the pedestrian enjoys the diversion of a short cut which is denied to those on wheels.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
46d3dc0
|
But now he felt as if her blush had set a flaming guard about her.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
844debd
|
He pulled the sash down and turned back. "Catch my death!" he echoed; and he felt like adding: "But I've caught it already. I am dead--I've been dead for months and months."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
528c6e0
|
Age seemed to have come down on him as winter comes on the hills after a storm.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
cf7122a
|
It was a world of fine shadings and the nicest proportions, where impulse seldom set a blundering foot, and the feast of reason was undisturbed by an intemperate flow of soul. To such a banquet his wife naturally remained uninvited. The diet would have disagreed with her, and she would probably have objected to the other guests.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
250cfce
|
Any personal entanglement might mean "bother," and bother was the thing she most abhorred."
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
e25e57e
|
When he thought of Ellen Olenska it was abstractly, serenely, as one might think of some imaginary beloved in a book or a picture: she had become the composite vision of all that he had missed.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
4a76441
|
And as he had seen her that day, so she had remained; never quite the same height, yet never below it: generous, faithful, unwearied; but so lacking in imagination, so incapable of growth, that the world of her youth had fallen into pieces and rebuilt itself without her ever being conscious of the change.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
d13d52f
|
How impatience men are! All Jack has to do to get everything he wants is to keep quiet and let that girl marry him; whereas I have to calculate and contrive, and retreat and advance, as if I were going through an intricate dance where one misstep would throw me hopelessly out of time.
|
|
marraige
|
Edith Wharton |
|
1bae44f
|
Her incapacity to recognize change made her children conceal their views from her as Archer concealed his; there had been, from the first, a joint pretense of sameness, a kind of innocent family hypocrisy, in which father and children had unconsciously collaborated. And she died thinking the world a good place, full of loving and harmonious households like her own.
|
|
|
Edith Wharton |
|
290688d
|
Yes, you have been away a very long time. " "Oh, centuries and centuries; so long," she said, "that I'm sure I'm dead and buried, and this dear old place is heaven;"
|
|
time
foreigner
coming-home
|
Edith Wharton |