The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

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.
• 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.
• Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.
• It won’t be an easy journey. It’ll be long, and arduous. But I promise you one thing: on the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it, and Earth shall become our new home. So say we all!
• A gentleman can live through anything.
• Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?