Christianity gave eroticism its savor of sin and legend when it endowed the human female with a soul.
Simone de BeauvoirInsects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, "I don't want to be just another blade of grass."
Simone de BeauvoirI tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth - and truth rewarded me.
Simone de BeauvoirA life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.
Simone de Beauvoir