Occupation: Author Birth: February 8, 1850 Death: August 22, 1904
…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….
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 c….
She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women..
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 har….
There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning..
Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering her. "Good-by--because I love you." He did not know; he did not understand. He would never understand. ….
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was lik….
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 ….
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….
Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love..
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….
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such be….
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 ….
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 ….
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….
The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman..
I would give up my life for my children, but not myself..
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….
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….
She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. ….
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….