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The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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“It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“Its time we woke up,” pursued Gerald, still inwardly urged to unfamiliar speech. “Women are pretty much people, seems to me. I know they dress like fools - but who’s to blame for that? We invent all those idiotic hats of theirs, and design their crazy fashions, and what’s more, if a woman is courageous enough to wear common-sense clothes - and shoes - which of us wants to dance with her?”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“Most men’s eyes, when you look at them critically, are not like that. They may look at you very expressively, but when you look at them, just as features, they are not very nice.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.
But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time.
And though I always see her, she may be able to creep faster than I can turn!
I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creeping as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
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“It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.

The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off--the paper--in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.

One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide--plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

The color is repellant, almost revolting; a smouldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.

It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.

No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“And there was you - your fair self, always delicately dressed, with white firm fingers sure of touch in delicate true work. I loved you then.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I want to marry you, Malda - because I love you - because you are young and strong and beautiful - because you are wild and sweet and - fragrant, and - elusive, like the wild flowers you love. Because you are so truly an artist in your special way, seeing beauty and giving it to others. I love you because of all of this, because you are rational and highminded and capable of friendship - and in spite of your cooking!”
“But - how do you want to live?”

“As we did here - at first,” he said. “There was peace, exquisite silence. There was beauty - nothing but beauty. There were the clean wood odors and flowers and fragrances and sweet wild wind. And there was you - your fair self, always delicately dressed, with white firm fingers sure of touch in delicate true work. I loved you then.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I am, unfortunately, one of those much-berated New England women who have learned to think as well as feel; and to me, at least, marriage means more than a union of hearts and bodies--it must mean minds, too.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,—to dress and entertain, and order things.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I don't like to look out of the windows even--there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.
I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“It is the strangest yellow, that wallpaper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw-not beautiful ones like buttercups but old foul, bad yellow things.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard!
It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please!
I don't want to go outside. I won't even if Jennie asks me to.
For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow.
But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch around the wall, so I cannot loose my way.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“John is away all day, and even some nights when his cases are serious. I am glad my case is not serious!”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“This was not life, this was a nightmare.”
Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
tags: turned