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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

Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.
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Freedom Love Philosophy
When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.
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Death Love Pay Regret Sin Yourself
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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Existence Freedom Spring Value
I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.
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Judgement Love Myself Relationship Time
I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.
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I Love You Mad Touch Tragedy
She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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Beyond Herself Life See
History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.
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History Let Go Myself
Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.
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Creation Lost Love Youth
Modern woman is everywhere permitted to regard her body as capital for exploitation.
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Body Herself Woman
The oppressor would not be so strong if he did not have accomplices among the oppressed.
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Oppression Philosophy Strong
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
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Mistake Myself
One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
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Compassion Friendship Life Love Oneself Value
You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.
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Body Naked True Yourself
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
Man must not attempt to dispel the ambiguity of his being but, on the contrary, accept the task of realizing it.
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Acceptance Man
To abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.
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Attitude Politics
You have never had any confidence in him. And if he has no confidence in himself it is because he sees himself through your eyes.
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Confidence Eyes Himself See Yourself
Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it.
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Demand Sacrifice War
But it is impossible for anyone to say ‘I am sacrificing myself’ without feeling bitterness.
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Feeling Impossible Sacrifice
What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?
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Fantasy Perspective
She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.
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Existence Herself Love Space Time
A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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Myself Poet Taste Writing
Ethics is the triumph of freedom over facticity.
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Freedom Moral Winner
Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.
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Mystery Philosophy
If so few female geniuses are found in history, it is because society denies them any means of expression.
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Expression Female Genius History
Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.
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Death Myself Scare
All success cloaks a surrender.
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Success

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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