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She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. — Kate Chopin · 1899
For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her. — Kate Chopin · 1899
The years that are gone seem like dreams—if one might go on sleeping and dreaming—but to wake up and find—oh! well! Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life. — Kate Chopin · 1899
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She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. — Kate Chopin · 1899
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The years that are gone seem like dreams—if one might go on sleeping and dreaming—but to wake up and find—oh! well! Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life. — Kate Chopin · 1899
Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. — Kate Chopin · 1899
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. — Kate Chopin · 1899
She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. — Kate Chopin · 1899
Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. — Kate Chopin · 1899
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. — Kate Chopin · 1899