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… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“If ever a fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely their union.” — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what. — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“His manner invited easy confidence. The preliminary stage of becoming acquainted was one which he always endeavored to ignore when a pretty and engaging… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“The trouble is," sighed the Doctor, grasping her meaning intuitively, "that youth is given up to illusions. It seems to be a provision of… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.” — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon. — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“Some people are born with a vital and responsive energy. It not only enables them to keep abreast of the times; it qualifies them… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low,… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman. — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
