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I trust it will not be giving away professional secrets to say that many readers would be surprised, perhaps shocked, at the questions which some newspaper editors will put to a defenseless woman under the guise of flattery.
Kate Chopin -
She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.
Kate Chopin
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There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.
Kate Chopin -
An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her with a vague anguish...like a shadow... a mist passing across her soul's summer day.
Kate Chopin -
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.
Kate Chopin -
The present alone was significant; was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting conviction that she had lost that which she had held, that she had been denied that which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.
Kate Chopin -
She could only realize that she herself - her present self - was in some way different from the other self. That she was seeing with different eyes.
Kate Chopin -
'The years that are gone seem like dreams -if one might go on sleeping and dreaming- but to wake up and find -oh! well! perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all ones life.'
Kate Chopin
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Looking at his wife as one looks at a valuable piece of property which has suffered some damage.
Kate Chopin -
'I've been seeing the waves and the white beach of Grand Isle; the quiet, grassy street of the Chênière Caminada; the old sunny fort at Grand Terre. I've been working with a little more comprehension than a machine, and still feeling like a lost soul.'
Kate Chopin -
Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again; idly, aimlessly, unthinking, and unguided.
Kate Chopin -
She had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.
Kate Chopin -
'She says a wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.'
Kate Chopin