I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIROne of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
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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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Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.
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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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People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.
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It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.
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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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The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.
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When you stubbornly give one man a chance, you arbitrarily deny it to another one.
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Freedom is the source from which all significations and all values spring. It is the original condition of all justification of existence.
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All success cloaks a surrender.
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That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.
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Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me.
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That the child is the supreme aim of woman is a statement having precisely the value of an advertising slogan.
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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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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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