The Age of Innocence
Edith WhartonSözler ve Alıntılar
A lie by day, a lie by night, a lie in every touch and every look; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every word and in every silence.
“Do you know—I hardly remembered you?”
“Hardly remembered me?”
“I mean: how shall I explain? I—it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again.”
"(...) For a long time I've hoped this chance would come: that I might tell you how you've helped me, what you've made of me—"
"And what do you make out that you've made of me?"
"Of you?"
"Yes: for I'm of your making much more than you ever were of mine. I'm the man who married one woman because another one told him to."
Perhaps she too had kept her memory of him as something apart; but if she had, it must have been like a relic in a small dim chapel, where there was not time to pray every day.
It's a hundred years since we've met—it may be another hundred before we meet again.