Occupation: Author Birth: February 8, 1850 Death: August 22, 1904
A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water.
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 new….
He greatly valued his possessions, chiefly because they were his, and derived genuine pleasure from contemplating a painting, a statuette, a rare lac….
There would be no one there to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in th….
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 w….
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….
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….
She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much ab….
Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life..
The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sen….
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….
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,….
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit s….
Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outwar….
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude..
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul..
The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The pr….
Goodbye -- Because I love you..
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 ….
Madame Ratignolle hoped that Robert would exercise extreme caution in dealing with the Mexicans, who, she considered, were a treacherous people, unsc….
It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon..