Awakening Kate Chopin Quotes & Sayings

You're not simply getting old, you're getting decrepit.... You — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and torturous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet, half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mournful notes without promise, devoid even of hope. — Kate Chopin

Protective of his gleaming domain, beavering away in it alone like an obsessed scientist in a humid and luridly lit laboratory. — Michel Faber

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. — Kate Chopin

Good night. I adore you. Sleep well. — Kate Chopin

Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for the fun of seeing the golden specks fly. — Kate Chopin

Anyone who says he won't resign four times, will. — John Kenneth Galbraith

Mrs. Pontellier gave over being astonished, and concluded that wonders would never cease. — Kate Chopin

Time doesn't concern me. — Kate Chopin

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. — Kate Chopin

If you walk with true awareness of every step, without having a goal to get anywhere, happiness will arise naturally. You don't need to look for happiness. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Don't stir all the warmth out of your coffee; drink it. — Kate Chopin

She had resolved to never take another step backward. — Kate Chopin

It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart. — Thornton Wilder

Do not get discouraged if you feel He is not answering your questions or speaking to your situation. He will. Trust Him in the wait. He is at work. — Wendy Blight

I am afraid of the lengths of time, Oyarsa...pg. 123 — C.S. Lewis

Heresy," by the way, simply means "choice." It came to mean "thoughtcrime," implying it was blasphemy to presume to choose your own belief instead of swallowing what the bishops spoonfed you. — Robert M. Price

What's disgusting about the Dirty Harry movies is that Eastwood plays this angry tension as righteous indignation. — Pauline Kael

I always try to avoid looking at the section where my books would be shelved, but I do know that my most reliable neighbor to the right is Kate Chopin's 'The Awakening', which is dispiriting. That's a book I don't want to re-read. — Susan Choi

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood. — Kate Chopin

Software entities (classes, modules, functions, etc.) should be open for extension, but closed for modification. — Bertrand Meyer

The Awakening, by Kate Chopin, and The Optimist's Daughter, by Eudora Welty. — Cheryl Strayed

[On Jung's theory of psychological types:] My mother, Katharine C. Briggs, introduced it into our family and made it a part of our lives. She and I waited a long time for someone to devise an instrument that would reflect not only one's preference for extraversion or introversion but one's preferred kind of perception and judgment as well. In the summer of 1942 we undertook to do it ourselves. — Isabel Briggs Myers

The morning was full of sunlight and hope. — Kate Chopin

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided. — Kate Chopin

This guy! I plead the fifth. This guy is nuts."
- Eminem
"Dope questions, man. Very insightful, very thoughtful."
- Guru (Gang Starr)
"You like a Psychiatrist or some shit? This shit is just coming out but go ahead."
- Mary J. Blige
"Definitely a real interview! Digging deep up in there, man. Not afraid to ask questions!"
- K-Ci Hailey (Jodeci)
"The Wizard asked me for a copy of your magazine."
- Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo (Daft Punk)
"You didn't wear your glasses and you haven't carried your hearing aid. What else is wrong with you?"
- Bushwick Bill
"Peace and blessing, Brother Harris. Thank you for inspiring my words. Keep 'yo balance."
- Erykah Badu
"Can I see that pen?"
- Bobby Brown
"What else do you want to know? Talk to me."
- Aaliyah — Harris Rosen

She put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades to see if my wings were strong. — Kate Chopin

So, then, there abide these three, Aristotle, Longinus, and Coleridge. — George Saintsbury

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before. — Kate Chopin

How long will you be gone?"
"Forever, perhaps. I don't know. It depends upon a good many things. — Kate Chopin

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear. — Kate Chopin

The lie [of compulsory female heterosexuality] is many-layered. In Western tradition, one layer - the romantic - asserts that women are inevitably, even if rashly and tragically, drawn to men; that even when that attraction is suicidal (e. g, Tristan and Isolde, Kate Chopin's 'The Awakening') it is still an organic imperative. In the tradition of the social sciences it asserts that primary love between the sexes is 'normal,' that women need men as social and economic protectors, for adult sexuality, and for psychological completion; that the heterosexually constituted family is the basic social unit; that women who do not attach their primary intensity to men must be, in functional terms, condemned to an even more devastating outsiderhood than their outsiderhood as women. — Adrienne Rich

the definition of immortality centered on being remembered. The "living dead" were kept from fading into anonymity by being called to life in communal story, song, and dance. Remembering, whether by written or oral means, is an act of distillation. Some memories fall away; others survive, are embellished, and become stronger with the passage of time. Stories — Milton C. Sernett