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!
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.
More Simone de Beauvoir Quotes
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If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
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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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All success cloaks a surrender.
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Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.
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One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others.
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Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.
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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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There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.
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All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.
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To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
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To abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.
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She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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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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There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
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