Kate Chopin Quotes

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

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

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

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 missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

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

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

Have you ever heard the earth breath?

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

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

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.

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

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

So the storm passed and every one was happy.

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

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.

It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.

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

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.

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.

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.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

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

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

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself.

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

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

The way to become rich is to make money, not to save it.

I would give up my life for my children, but not myself.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

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

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.

A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

And Nature takes no account of moral consequences, of arbitrary conditions which we create, and which we feel obliged to maintain at any cost.

We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else in the world is of any consequence.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.

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

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

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

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

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

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

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

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

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

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

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

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