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

Simone de Beauvoir

If so few female geniuses are found in history, it is because society denies them any means of expression.
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Expression Female Genius History
Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
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Death Hard Time Live
The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.
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Body Spiritual World
Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.
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Effort Separate Togetherness
I enjoyed my exhaustion, though; I liked overdoing things.
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Enjoyment Myself
If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
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Earth Myself
All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.
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Creation Oppression War
The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.
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Body Philosophy World
You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.
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Body Naked True Yourself
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
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Born Oneself Woman
She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
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Change Fall Herself Touch
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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Love Perspective Understand
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
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Mistake Myself
A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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Myself Poet Taste Writing
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
Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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Literature Reality Revenge Slave

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