“When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of the joy that kills.” — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“The Doctor...told the old ever-new and curious story of the waning of a woman's love, seeking strange, new channels, only to return to its legitimate source after days of fierce unrest.” — 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
