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I love you, only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream.

Don't go; don't go! Oh! Edna, stay with me.

It must always have been God's day on that low, drowsy island, Edna thought. They

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

She was growing accustomed to like shocks, but she could not keep the mounting color back from her cheeks.

She seemed to have apprehended all of the composer's coldness and none of his poetry.

But whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

I hope you won't completely forget me.

One who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul

What shall we do there?" "Climb up the hill to the old fort and look at the little wriggling gold snakes, and watch the lizards sun themselves.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

A person can't have everything in this world; and it was a little unreasonable of her to expect it.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

She says queer things sometimes in a bantering way that you don't notice at the time and you find yourself thinking about afterward.

Daisies, just starting to close their petals, littered the grass like fallen stars.

Have you ever heard the earth breath?

She says a wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional, intense longing.

I love you. Good-by--because I love you.

The heart jealous of the soul!

If ever a fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely their union.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

The soul of her youth clamored for its rights; for a share in the world's glory and exultation.

A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

She put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades to see if my wings were strong.

Time doesn't concern me.

How long will you be gone?"
"Forever, perhaps. I don't know. It depends upon a good many things.

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

She was just having a good cry all to herself.

The delicous breath of rain was in the air.

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

Mrs. Pontellier gave over being astonished, and concluded that wonders would never cease.

She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering.

Her marriage to Leonce Pontellier was purely an accident, in this respect resembling many other marriages which masquerade as the decrees of Fate.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

When he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

So the storm passed and every one was happy.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

One must possess many gifts ... which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover ... the artist must possess the courageous soul.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

Discover her appetite, and to see the relish with which she ate the

The way to become rich is to make money, my dear Edna, not to save it, he said.

The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman.

She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun.

Every step which she took toward relieving herself from obligations added to her strength and expansion as an individual.

It was the first kiss of her life to which her nature had really responded. It was a flaming torch that kindled desire.

It is bizarre to treat all differences as oppositions,

I am no longer one of Mr. Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.

The flowers were like new acquaintances; she approached them in a familiar spirit, and made herself at home among them.

A general air of surprise and genuine satisfaction fell upon everyone as they saw the pianist enter.

I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.

I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so.

But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.

Well, for instance, when I left her today, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

[ ... ] the beginning of things, of a world especially is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.

Mrs. Pontellier liked to sit and gaze at her fair companion as she might look upon a faultless Madonna.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

His coming was in the nature of a welcome disturbance; it seemed to furnish a new direction for her emotions.

By all the codes which I am acquainted with, I am a devilishly wicked specimen of the sex.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

And you have eyes the colour of beech leaves in October. Yet no one is ever allowed to look into them.

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her, - the light which, showing the way, forbids it.

She was fond of her children in an uneven, impulsive way. She would sometimes gather them passionately to her heart; she would sometimes forget them.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself [ ... ].

Good night. I adore you. Sleep well.

I've been working like a machine, and feeling like a lost soul.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

I have said it before, but I don't think I have ever came so near meaning it.

And moreover, to succeed, the artist must possess the courageous soul ... the brave soul. The soul that dares and defies.

But she laughed and looked at him with eyes that at once gave him courage to wait and made it torture to wait.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else shall be of any consequence.

She felt that her speech was voicing the incoherency her thoughts, and stopped abruptly.

The eyes alone in the baby suggested the man. And

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish.

You are the embodiment of selfishness.

Youth is given up to illusions.

She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.

Most women are moody and whimsical.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

Don't part from me in any ill humor. I never knew you to be out of patience with me before.

A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs.

Don't stir all the warmth out of your coffee; drink it.

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.