The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRShe would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
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It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.
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If you live long enough, you’ll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
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I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
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She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
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Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.
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When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.
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Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.
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One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius; and the feminine situation has up to the present rendered this becoming practically impossible.
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Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.
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Be loved, be admired, be necessary; be somebody.
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Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.
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There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.
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One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
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Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.
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