It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.
Edith WhartonAnd I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, & diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie.
Edith WhartonNothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.
Edith WhartonWe live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.
Edith Wharton