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 ChopinShe had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselvesโฆ 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 ChopinIt is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.
Kate ChopinShe 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 ChopinWhy?" asked her companion. "Why do you love him when you ought not to?" Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands. "Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth. Because - " "Because you do, in short," laughed Mademoiselle.
Kate Chopin