They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.
Edith WhartonRead
In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.
Interpretation
The quote laments the lack of appreciation for those who have a refined taste and passion for the arts in our fast-paced society.
Edith Wharton highlights a societal trend where the roles of connoisseurs—those who appreciate and understand the finer details of art and culture—and dilettantes—those who engage casually with the arts—are undervalued. In today's hurried world, the deep appreciation for art, beauty, and culture is often overlooked, suggesting that a more thoughtful approach to the arts can enrich our lives and society as a whole.
In practice
During an art gallery opening, a speaker could use the quote to emphasize the importance of appreciating art's nuances.
They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
And 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.
As he paid the hansom and followed his wife's long train into the house he took refuge in the comforting platitude that the first six months were always the most difficult in marriage. 'After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other’s angles,' he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
My interest in creating anything is that it be useful.
and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly
It needs great art, learning to play with one's own life, to play on one's own life. Meditation is the art to create music from your heart. Meditation is simply the method to transform noise into harmony, the method to shift your consciousness from the head to the heart. The head is noisy, it is all noise - a tale told by an idiot, full of fury and noise, signifying nothing.
A writer should not run around with a mirror for his countrymen; he should tell his society and his times things no one ever thought before.
A painting is nothing more than light reflected from the surface of a pigment-covered canvas. But a great painter can make you see the depth, make you feel the underlying emotion, make you sense the larger world. That, too, is the power of science: to sense and convey the depth and dimensionality of nature, to glance at the surface and to divine the shape of the universe around us.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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