What is an adult? A child blown up by age.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRFathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.
More Simone de Beauvoir Quotes
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Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.
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One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius; and the feminine situation has up to the present rendered this becoming practically impossible.
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Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
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Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!
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I feel something troubling inside of me which scares me, an exhausting violence. But I accept the great adventure of being me.
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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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It is so tiring to hate someone you love.
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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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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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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 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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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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The sin of smiling whilst Louise was weeping, the sin of shedding my own tears and not hers. The sin of being another being.
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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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