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Kate Chopin

The Awakening

  • annAhar citeretsidste år
    “You are burnt beyond recognition,” he added, looking at his wife as one looks at a valuable piece of personal property which has suffered some damage.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    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 about the sun when it was shining.
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    Their absence was a sort of relief, though she did not admit this, even to herself. It seemed to free her of a responsibility which she had blindly assumed and for which Fate had not fitted her.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life⁠—that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Mrs. Pontellier liked to sit and gaze at her fair companion as she might look upon a faultless Madonna.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    He had lived in her shadow during the past month.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Robert and Mrs. Pontellier sitting idle, exchanging occasional words, glances or smiles which indicated a certain advanced stage of intimacy and camaraderie.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    A characteristic which distinguished them and which impressed Mrs. Pontellier most forcibly was their entire absence of prudery. Their freedom of expression was at first incomprehensible to her, though she had no difficulty in reconciling it with a lofty chastity which in the Creole woman seems to be inborn and unmistakable.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
  • TaeTaehar citeretfor 3 år siden
    An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul’s summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood.
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