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It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

Simone de Beauvoir

I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!
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Myself Self Love
Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.
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Life Literature Place Religion
To abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.
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Attitude Politics
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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Creation Lost Love Youth
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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Born Genius Impossible Oneself Presence
Freedom is the source from which all significations and all values spring. It is the original condition of all justification of existence.
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Existence Freedom Spring Value
Ethics is the triumph of freedom over facticity.
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Freedom Moral Winner
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
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Born Oneself Woman
One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
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Compassion Friendship Life Love Oneself Value
I enjoyed my exhaustion, though; I liked overdoing things.
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Enjoyment Myself
Counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.
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Herself Man Slave Woman Empowerment
Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.
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Mystery Philosophy
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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Love Perspective Understand
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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Fade Happiness Memories Oneself Scars Sun Wait Wound
Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.
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Blame Fly Herself Wings
Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.
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Death Myself Scare

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

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