Kate Chopin Quotes

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been ac...

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, slee...

Mrs.Pontellier was not a woman given to confidences, a chararacteristic hitherto contrary to her nat...

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

Some people are born with a vital and responsive energy. It not only enables them to keep abreast of...

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalance...

She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutili...

Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering her. "Good-by--because I love you." He did not know; h...

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

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment...

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, ...

The trouble is," sighed the Doctor, grasping her meaning intuitively, "that youth is given up to ill...

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

…there would be no powerful will binding hers in that blind persistence with which men and women bel...

Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick pray...

It seems to me if I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of m...

I trust it will not be giving away professional secrets to say that many readers would be surprised,...

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because ...

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

The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering a...

She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of c...

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

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the sou...

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exce...

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, th...

...when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wing...

She perceived that her will had blazed up, stubborn and resistant. She could not at that moment have...

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

She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the cou...

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be g...

She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as the foregoing were not uncommon in h...

What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of s...

I wonder if any night on earth will be like this one. It is like a night in a dream. The people abou...

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

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the...

Edna felt depressed rather than soothed after leaving them. The little glimpse of domestic harmony w...

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

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