Modern woman is everywhere permitted to regard her body as capital for exploitation.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRThe body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.
More Simone de Beauvoir Quotes
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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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The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.
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She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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The oppressor would not be so strong if he did not have accomplices among the oppressed.
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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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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 be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it’s hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody.
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Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.
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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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If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
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What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
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She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.
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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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History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.
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Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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