Kate Chopin Quotes

I think everybody has a secret life.

Each individual human being has a lot of stuff that nobody knows about. Nobody knows what anybody else is going through at any point in their lives.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those of other things, are his history. These are his life, and they are not written. Everyday would make a whole book of 80,000 words -- 365 books a year. Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man -- the biography of the man himself cannot be written.

It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.

We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.

Your thoughts and emotions are yours alone.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

I don't go through life verbalizing what I feel.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

All of us are private to ourselves. Nobody ever really knows anybody else. Everybody in the world keeps something to themselves.

Nobody really knows my true feelings on a lot of issues.

No-one but me gets into my head.

I internalise things. My sorrows and joys are private.

I spent a lot of time in my head, but not like caring about what everybody else thought, just literally in my own world.

My compositions are, I would say, like pages ripped from a diary that I don't really want to share, but that I almost feel the need to share. It's a way for me to get things out that I can't get out in life, you know, in real regular conversation with people.

Nobody knows the world of emotion I'm inhabiting right now.

Emotions are the colors of the soul.

My life belongs to me, my love belongs to those who can see it.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

People of faith should not invoke the power of the state to decide what everyone can believe or think or read or do. In such cases, like abortion or prayer or prohibition or sexual identity, the proper role of religion is to appeal to the free conscience of each person, not the coercive rule of secular law.

I always feel bad for those who, in a sense, cede their authority to others, let others make major decisions about their life and actually believe them. When you're tiny, you have no choice. But as soon as your mind starts working, you pretty well figure it out. And you realize you're a hostage until you're old enough to leave. But as long as you have that goal - I will get out of here - you'll be OK.

No one can see your life the way you see it.