Kate Chopin Quotes

Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me.

When we are away from home, our only constant companion is our self.

I don't think anyone really knows me.

To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.

Rather than being taught to ask ourselves who we are, we are schooled to ask others. We are, in effect, trained to listen to others’ versions of ourselves.

We are reduced to asking others what we are. We never dare to ask ourselves.

Let us ask ourselves; "What kind of people do we think we are?"

The answer can't be found in books - or be solved by bringing it to other people. Not unless you want to remain a child all your life. You've got to find the answer inside you - feel the right thing to do. Charlie, you've got to learn to trust yourself

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the seashore.

Me, myself and I. That's all I got in the end.

Perhaps a child, like a cat, is so much inside of himself that he does not see himself in the mirror.

The outer world is a reflection of our inner selves.

Hearing myself so much all the time, I don't think I sound that special all the time because it's me.

Most people, I believe, when they're asked profound questions about their own persona are not really able to enunciate it, because it's a combination of so many things.

In the end, we self-perceiving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages are little miracles of self-reference.

I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide - sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself.

I looked around and acknowledged that what you see around you is proof of what exists within you.

The simple fact of yourself... there it is... just you... no excitement about it... a very simple fact... the only thing you have... keep it as clear as you can.

Think... of the world you carry within you.

Without knowing myself, I have no real basis for thinking.

You can only see in others what is inside of you.

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

I've always said I don't want to have kids. I don't want a kid at all, but I do like reverse-engineering myself; managing and parenting myself.