One can never know oneself but only narrate oneself.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRIt is so tiring to hate someone you love.
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Man may reproach women for their dissimulation, but his complacency must be great indeed for him to be so constantly duped.
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A man never begins by presenting himself as an individual of a certain sex; it goes without saying that he is a man.
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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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One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
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But it is impossible for anyone to say ‘I am sacrificing myself’ without feeling bitterness.
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Counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.
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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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I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.
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It was easier for me to think of a world without a creator than of a creator burdened with all the contradictions in the world.
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Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.
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He reflected. ‘I know a lot of different kids of people; what I want is to show each of them how the others really are. You hear so many lies!
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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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I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth – and truth rewarded me.
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Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth.
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Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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