Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRSex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.
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The oppressor would not be so strong if he did not have accomplices among the oppressed.
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I tried to love you less. I couldn’t.
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To lose confidence in one’s body is to lose confidence in oneself.
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People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.
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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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If so few female geniuses are found in history, it is because society denies them any means of expression.
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The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.
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No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.
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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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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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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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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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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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I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
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The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.
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