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What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

Simone de Beauvoir

It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.
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Darkness Past Philosophy Thinking
It is so tiring to hate someone you love.
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Break Up Hate Love
A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.
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Myself Poet Taste Writing
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
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Mistake Myself
There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.
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Place Waste
The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.
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Body Philosophy World
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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Independent Intelligence Love Myself
If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male’s arrogance made it a discussion.
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Arrogant Mad Man
All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.
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Creation Oppression War
Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.
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Freedom Love Philosophy
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
To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
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Art Husband Marriage
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
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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Acceptance Adventure End Life Myself
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
She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.
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Beyond Herself Life See

What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

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