MariaA

“Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

“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.”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

“She 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 Wharton, The House of Mirth

“I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth