What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIROne 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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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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Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female — whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.
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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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Be loved, be admired, be necessary; be somebody.
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I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.
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She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
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But it is impossible for anyone to say ‘I am sacrificing myself’ without feeling bitterness.
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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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Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.
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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 could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.
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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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I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth – and truth rewarded me.
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Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consultation for death.
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Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.
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