In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recongize her relations as an individual to ….

We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else in the world is of any consequence..

Goodbye -- Because I love you..

…there would be no powerful will binding hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will u….

Some people are born with a vital and responsive energy. It not only enables them to keep abreast of the times; it qualifies them to furnish in their….

You have been a very foolish boy, wasting your time dreaming of impossible things when you speak of Mr. Pontellier setting me free! I am no longer on….

She 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 ….

The way to become rich is to make money, not to save it..

A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth..

Why?" 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 ….

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace..

I dance with people I despise; amuse myself with men whose only talent lies in their feet, gain the disapprobation of people I honor and respect; ret….

Do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself, 'Go to! here is a distinguished statesman with presidential pos….

The delicious breath of rain was in the air..

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it..

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life t….

There are periods of despondency and suffering which take possession of me. But I don't want anything but my own way. That is wanting a good deal, of….

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 alive or dead; when life appe….

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul..

I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women ….

It was not despair, but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promises broken and unfulfilled. Yet there were other days when she ….