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Let Quotes by Simone de Beauvoir
- To emancipate woman is to refuse to confine her to the relations she bears to man, not to deny them to her; let her have…
- I willingly trust myself to chance. I let my thoughts wander, I digress, not only sitting at my work, but all day long, all night…
- Man is a talking animal and he will always let himself be swayed by the power of the word. Machines won't change human nature.
- Let women be provided with living strength of their own. Let them have the means to attack the world and wrest from it their own…
- Let women be provided with living strength of their own.
- All the opportunities you let slip by! The idea, the inspiration just doesn´t come fast enough. Instead of being open, you´re closed up tight. That´s…
- But I must admit I didn´t like that idea; do the same thing as everyone else. Eating to live, living to eat - that had…
More Let Quotes
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- I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry… — Pietro Aretino
- When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- Let each man exercise the art he knows. — Aristophanes
- Stories surge up out of nowhere, and if they feel compelling, you follow them. You let them unfold inside you and see… — Paul Auster
- We want the Israelis to leave. They want to leave - so let us let them leave. — Mahmoud Abbas
- It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. — Richard Armour
- Let me put it this way: I think Republicans tend to keep the ball in play, Democrats go for broke. — Arthur Ashe
- Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right. — Isaac Asimov
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
- Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that… — Brooks Atkinson