I would give up my life for my children, but not myself. Kate Chopin More Quotes by Kate Chopin More Quotes From Kate Chopin Do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself, 'Go to! here is a distinguished statesman with presidential possibilities; I shall proceed to fall in love with him.' or, 'I shall set my heart upon this musician, whose fame is on every tongue?' or 'this financier, who controls the world's money markets?' Kate Chopin presidentialfalling-in-loveheart But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult! The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace. Kate Chopin seductivevoicesea So the storm passed and every one was happy. Kate Chopin storm A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it. Kate Chopin awakeninglightdawn one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul Kate Chopin souldreamreality To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist much possess the courageous soul. Kate Chopin effortartistsoul The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman. Kate Chopin atmospherecitiesway A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water Kate Chopin brokenairwings She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom. Kate Chopin voicewinesound Madame Ratignolle hoped that Robert would exercise extreme caution in dealing with the Mexicans, who, she considered, were a treacherous people, unscrupulous and revengeful. She trusted she did them no injustice in thus condemning them as a race. She had known personally but one Mexican, who made and sold excellent tamales, and whom she would have trusted implicitly, so soft-spoken was he. One day he was arrested for stabbing his wife. She never knew whether he had been hanged or not. Kate Chopin raceexercisepeople Goodbye -- Because I love you. Kate Chopin love-yougoodbye The delicious breath of rain was in the air. Kate Chopin breathsairrain In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march. Kate Chopin gnarlycrushhands Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him. Kate Chopin love-youwritingtrying I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole. Kate Chopin missingsorrymind She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves… They belonged to her her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and they they concerned no one but herself. Kate Chopin convictionemotionlong The way to become rich is to make money, not to save it. Kate Chopin richmaking-moneyway A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth. Kate Chopin spectaclesearth I'm going to pull myself together for a while and think-try to determine what character of a woman I am; for, candidly, I don't know. By all the codes which I am acquainted with, I am a devilishly wicked specimen of the sex. But some way I can't convince myself that I am. I must think about it. Kate Chopin charactersexthinking She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the course intended. Her eyes were bright and tender with a smile as they glanced up into his; and her lips looked hungry for the kiss which they invited. Kate Chopin smileeyeclever
