Kate Chopin Quotes
Top 93 wise famous quotes and sayings by Kate Chopin
Kate Chopin Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
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.
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.
She says queer things sometimes in a bantering way that you don't notice at the time and you find yourself thinking about afterward.
Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional, intense longing.
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.
A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water
She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.
There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.
Her marriage to Leonce Pontellier was purely an accident, in this respect resembling many other marriages which masquerade as the decrees of Fate.
Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.
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.
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.
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 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.
His coming was in the nature of a welcome disturbance; it seemed to furnish a new direction for her emotions.
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 [ ... ].
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.
An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish.
She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.