One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRLife 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 wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.
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She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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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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No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.
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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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If so few female geniuses are found in history, it is because society denies them any means of expression.
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Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.
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When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.
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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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It is easier to put people in chains than to remove them if the chains bring prestige, said George Bernard Shaw.
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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 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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Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay.
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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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If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
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