Kate Chopin
Kate Chopin
Kate Chopin, born Katherine O'Flaherty, was a U.S. author of short stories and novels. She is now considered by some to have been a forerunner of the feminist authors of the 20th century of Southern or Catholic background, such as Zelda Fitzgerald...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 February 1850
CitySt. Louis, MO
CountryUnited States of America
rain air breaths
The delicous breath of rain was in the air.
light awakening way
A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.
memorable water people
There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.
self world awakening
He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.
inspirational-life awakening awakened
but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.
sea voice seductive
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
crush hands feet
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.
clever earth branches
Have you ever heard the earth breath?
children giving-up revealing
I would give up the unessential; I would give up my money, I would give up my life for my children; but I wouldnt give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me.
wanted happens knows
She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.
strong wings bird
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.
summer mother husband
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
beach nature ocean
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
artist soul courageous
The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies