Weakness’ is weakness only in light of the aims man sets for himself, the instruments at his disposal and the laws he imposes.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIRThere is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
More Simone de Beauvoir Quotes
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I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.
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What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
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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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Self-knowledge is no guarantee of happiness, but it is on the side of happiness and can supply the courage to fight for it.
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One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.
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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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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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No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.
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You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.
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The characteristic feature of all ethics is to consider human life as a game that can be won or lost and to teach man the means of winning.
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I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
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Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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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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When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.
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A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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