And Nature takes no account of moral consequences, of arbitrary conditions which we create, and which we feel obliged to maintain at any cost..

I would give up my life for my children, but not myself..

So the storm passed and every one was happy..

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul..

but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself..

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 ….

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon..

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning..

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….

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….

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 ….

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 code….

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 ….

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to suc….

The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman..

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

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

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude..

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….

She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women..

…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….