... to adapt one's outlook to another person's salvation is the surest and quickest way of losing him.
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 BeauvoirMy life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
Simone de Beauvoir