We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else in the world is of any consequence. 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 presidential falling-in-love heart 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 seductive voice sea 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 awakening light dawn one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul Kate Chopin soul dream reality 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 effort artist soul The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman. Kate Chopin atmosphere cities way A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water Kate Chopin broken air wings 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 voice wine sound 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 race exercise people Goodbye -- Because I love you. Kate Chopin love-you goodbye The delicious breath of rain was in the air. Kate Chopin breaths air rain 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 gnarly crush hands 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-you writing trying 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 missing sorry mind 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 conviction emotion long The way to become rich is to make money, not to save it. Kate Chopin rich making-money way A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth. Kate Chopin spectacles earth 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 character sex thinking 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 smile eye clever
