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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.

Simone de Beauvoir

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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Greatness Himself Man Woman
Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.
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Mystery Philosophy
I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth – and truth rewarded me.
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Comfortable Love Myself Safety Truth
There’s something tragic about you. Your feeling for the absolute. You were made to believe in God and spend your life in a convent.
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Believe Feeling God Life Religion Tragedy Yourself
All success cloaks a surrender.
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Success
A man attaches himself to woman — not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.
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Attachment Enjoyment Himself Man Woman
The sin of smiling whilst Louise was weeping, the sin of shedding my own tears and not hers. The sin of being another being.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR

Hurt Sin Smile Tears
A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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Myself Poet Taste Writing
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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Break Magic Sex Woman
Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.
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Care Life Price Profit Young
History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.
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History Let Go Myself
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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Character Game Human Life Teaching Win
She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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Beyond Herself Life See
If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male’s arrogance made it a discussion.
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Arrogant Mad Man
The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.
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Hope Philosophy World
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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Fade Happiness Memories Oneself Scars Sun Wait Wound

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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