Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRMan is defined as a human being and a woman as a female — whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.
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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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To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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What is an adult? A child blown up by age.
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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.
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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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It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.
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The sin of smiling whilst Louise was weeping, the sin of shedding my own tears and not hers. The sin of being another being.
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People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.
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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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She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
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The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.
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I enjoyed my exhaustion, though; I liked overdoing things.
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Self-knowledge is no guarantee of happiness, but it is on the side of happiness and can supply the courage to fight for it.
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There’s something tragic about you. Your feeling for the absolute. You were made to believe in God and spend your life in a convent.
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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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