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 whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.
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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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I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.
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To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.
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There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.
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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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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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Weakness’ is weakness only in light of the aims man sets for himself, the instruments at his disposal and the laws he imposes.
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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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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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Ethics is the triumph of freedom over facticity.
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There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
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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 you live long enough, you’ll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
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Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me.
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What is an adult? A child blown up by age.
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