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flowerytale · 10 months
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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
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lets-get-lit · 2 months
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The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude. 
- Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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thebookquotes · 4 months
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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lillyli-74 · 8 months
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A thousand emotions have swept through me tonight. I don’t comprehend half of them.
~Kate Chopin
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thoughtkick · 11 months
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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jackxo · 6 months
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“And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being.”
-Kate Chopin, “The Story of an Hour.” Para. 15.
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surqrised · 8 months
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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burningvelvet · 6 months
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macrolit · 6 months
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The Awakening Kate Chopin FYI - this is 1 of 12 vintage paperback classics that comprise our current giveaw@y.
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perfectquote · 1 year
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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flowerytale · 10 months
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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
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bookloure · 8 months
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I read "The Awakening" alongside the delicious and flamboyant "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf for the Game Of Tomes book club. Surprisingly, I found it no less resolute than Orlando. This book has a quiet resolve that I found rather profound. This thread of thoughts will have spoilers, so here's your chance to save your eyes!
In the book club's discussion, Carolyn said she found this book a bit lackluster and wondered why Kate Chopin's writing career ended with "The Awakening." But I think I can understand why. It's not the adultery that makes this novel shocking; it's the idea that love for one's children is not the greatest love a mother can experience, but the incorrigible love of one's Self. And even by today's standard, that take is still radical.
I remember a plot in one of my all-time favorite books, The Dutch House by Ann Patchett. In that novel, the protagonist brother and sister fell into poverty because their mother left them. We follow the brother and sister as they go through hardship after hardship with the arrival of their stepmother, a la Cinderella.
Later in the novel, we learn that their mother left to care for poor families in India. She found a cause greater than herself, greater than her kids, and followed it. Lots of people who read the novel hate the mom, Goodreads reviews will tell us. And understandably so. After all, what kind of mother will leave her children in poverty to then give her life serving other children?
But fathers leave their children for "great" causes—to go to war, for example—and society doesn't bat an eye.
This is a roundabout way of saying that this novel is not about the adultery itself. Instead, it's sympathetic towards a mother who loves herself more than her children. A mother who feels, deep in her core, that to "think about the children" is a betrayal of the Self. And finding herself unable to cope with the pressures and expectations of society, she kills herself instead. That's selfish. And that's radical.
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stay-close · 9 months
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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aniaks · 5 months
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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, The Awakening
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Why, she reflected, should there be this perpetual disparity between the thought and the action, between the life of solitude and the life of society, this astonishing precipice on one side of which the soul was active and in broad daylight, on the other side of which it was contemplative and dark as night?
— Night and Day by Virginia Woolf
Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life—that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.
— The Awakening by Kate Chopin
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