How small an selfish is sorrow. But it bangs one about until one is senseless. (letter to Edith Sitwell, shortly after the death of George VI)
How small an selfish is sorrow. But it bangs one about until one is senseless. (letter to Edith Sitwell, shortly after the death of George VI)
They mention people like Priscilla Owen, a federal appeals judge who once wrote a tough anti-abortion decision in Texas and Edith Jones, another appeals judge, who once assailed Roe as an exercise in raw judicial power. ... we are working behind the scenes encouraging the president to nominate a solid conservative who won't leave us guessing.
The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell- unquestionably. You just couldn't take a bad picture of those two old girls.
At one point, the conversation turned to the preoccupation of the day -- the Supreme Court. If there were to be an opening, one of the guests, Sen. David Vitter (R-La.), told the president he should consider a New Orleans federal appeals judge, Edith Brown Clement. Bush seemed interested and asked Vitter about her. The president already knew the name, ... She was already on some sort of short list.
I love to sing old Motown songs to myself, or some Patti Smith Edith Piaf or Billie Holiday. That gets me in the mood for singing.
Drop, drop in our sleep, upon the heart sorrow falls, memory's pain, and to us, though against our very will, even in our own despite, comes wisdom by the awful grace of God. The above lines are from Edith Hamilton, translator, Three Greek Plays, p. 170 (1937). Other translations of this passage from Aeschylus vary. Robert F. Kennedy, delivering an extemporaneous eulogy to Martin Luther King, Jr., the evening of April 4, 1968, in Indianapolis, Indiana, said, 'Aeschylus wrote 'In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.' These words, lacking 'own,' have been used as one of the inscriptions at the Robert F. Kennedy gravesite in Arlington National Cemetery.
I think Edith Evans is the most marvelous actress in the world and she can look beautiful. People who aren't beautiful can look beautiful. She can look as beautiful as Diana Cooper, who was the most beautiful woman in the world.
The nearest we have to a Henry James or an Edith Wharton of the East Coast's Wasp upper classes.
The culture that Edith Wharton writes about is very nouveau riche. They don't have the experience or grace of knowing how to be rich, of how to act, or how to treat people. There's a lot of measuring up, a ton of greed. They basically eat each other alive. People are terrified of what might happen to them, because things are changing so incredibly fast. Everyone is very guarded about their money and yet they flaunt it shamelessly. They're consumers, in all senses of the word.
Edith Jones would in all likelihood trigger strong opposition.
I remember on that occasion, Roz invited a group of friends to gather around a festive table for a meal, with flowers, wine bottle and a portrait of Edith as the centerpiece.
I just can't think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already... It's too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.
Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie, and Edith,
The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?
In response to a ridiculous statement by Edith I've gotta quote for you, Edith. --'A bird that always flies in the fog is called a dingbat.'
I look to writers like Edith Wharton, ... Writers who were so specific about the things surrounding their characters, down to the kind of wine and the china, etc. It's a way of locating your characters in their universe ... when you mention a brand name, people know who you're talking about.
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