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.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR
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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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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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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What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
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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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I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.
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She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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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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Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.
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You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.
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Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.
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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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It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.
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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.
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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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To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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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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