Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Happy Days, Unhappy Days

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

"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…

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth wile 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, 1899


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

whoa! this is so profound. it is like reading michael faraday's paper electromagnetic induction. :)

Angeli said...

hmm.. profound for one who reads Arthur Schopenhauer and Bertrand Russell? :)

 
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