Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
Edith WhartonDamn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.
Edith WhartonShe felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
Edith WhartonTo have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.
Edith Wharton