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Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.

Simone de Beauvoir

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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Greatness Himself Man Woman
Be loved, be admired, be necessary; be somebody.
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Admire Love Necessary Self Love
History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.
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History Let Go Myself
There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.
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Age Existence Life Mad Oneself
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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Different Himself Lie People Reflection
Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me.
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Blessing Greatness Love Myself
Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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Literature Reality Revenge Slave
A man never begins by presenting himself as an individual of a certain sex; it goes without saying that he is a man.
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Beginning Himself Man Sex
If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male’s arrogance made it a discussion.
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Arrogant Mad Man
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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Break Magic Sex Woman
One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
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Feeling Humble Oppression Secure
I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.
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I Love You Mad Touch Tragedy
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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Man Truth View World
It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.
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Darkness Past Philosophy Thinking
What is an adult? A child blown up by age.
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Age Children Perspective
To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.
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Decision Freedom Oneself Willing

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