Sex 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.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRTo catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it.
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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 abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.
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That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.
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A man attaches himself to woman — not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.
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Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me.
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The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.
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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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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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Counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.
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I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
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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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Every individual concerned to justify his existence feels that his existence involves an undefined need to transcend himself, to engage in freely chosen projects.
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You have never had any confidence in him. And if he has no confidence in himself it is because he sees himself through your eyes.
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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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