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Edith Wharton

The House of Mirth

    sucreandzeusцитирует4 года назад
    how can they see you in these holes where we're stuck?" That was the burden
    Matt & Charlцитирует2 месяца назад
    That's Lily all over, you know: she works like a slave preparing the ground and sowing her seed; but the day she ought to be reaping the harvest she over-sleeps herself or goes off on a picnic."
    Matt & Charlцитирует2 месяца назад
    is surprising how little narrow walls and a low ceiling matter, when the roof of the soul has suddenly been raised.
    Matt & Charlцитирует2 месяца назад
    There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears
    rexdrblцитирует9 месяцев назад
    even her weeping
    was an art
    rexdrblцитирует9 месяцев назад
    “Why do we call all our
    generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths? Isn’t it a
    sufficient condemnation of society to find one’s self accepting
    such phraseology?
    rexdrblцитирует9 месяцев назад
    “My idea of success,” he said, “is personal freedom.”
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    she must follow up her success,
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    She had been bored all the afternoon by Percy Gryce—the
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    the art of accumulation.
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    Every form of prudence and suspicion had been grafted on a nature originally reluctant and cautious, with the result that it would have seemed hardly needful for Mrs. Gryce to extract his promise about the overshoes, so little likely was he to hazard himself abroad in the rain.
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self-depreciation.
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    the voice of a pulpit orator
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    make you out.
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    for a coarse texture will not take a high finish;
    montecassinolцитирует4 года назад
    "argument from design."
    enclassцитирует5 лет назад
    Her husband's faith in her had made her renewal possible—it is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be!
    enclassцитирует5 лет назад
    One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters; but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.
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