The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
I've always been keenly aware of the passing of time. I've always thought that I was old. Even when I was twelve, I thought it was awful to be thirty. I felt that something was lost. At the same time,… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
The time that one gains cannot be accumulated in a storehouse; it is contradictory to want to save up existence, which, the fact is,… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius; and the feminine situation has up to the present rendered this becoming practically impossible. — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
Many things would be changed for Americans if they would only admit that there is ill-luck in this world and that misfortune is not… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
“You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.” — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying. — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to. — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
However gifted an individual is at the outset, if his or her talents cannot be developed because of his or her social condition, because… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
In fact, people seem to be tired of fiction now. There are so many other ways of exploring humanity - by ethnology, psychoanalysis, and… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
“Magari mi troverai ridicola, ma mi disprezzerei se non osassi esserlo mai” — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
from one minute to the next the present is merely an honorary past. It must be filled unceasingly anew to dissemble the curse it… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
