She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.

More from The Awakening

• It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.
• The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.
• Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.
• Accept loss forever
• A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
• A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.