There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.
إن المرأة الحقيقية ليست في الواقع سوى منتوج اصطناعي, صنعته الحضارة السائدة. و إذا ثارت المرأة على هذه المفاهيم أو شعرت بنقصها فاختارت أن تكون فرداً كاملاً, فإنها تعد متحررة عن مجتمعها و جنسها, و اتهمه...
We will not let ourselves be intimidated by the number and violence of attacks against women; nor be fooled by the self-serving praise showered on the real woman; nor be won over by men’s enthusiasm f...
The truth is that just as - biologically - males and females are never victims of one another but both victims of the species, so man and wife together undergo the oppression of an institution they di...
I could not help but comment to my distinguished audience that every question asked about Sartre concerned his work, while all those asked about Beauvoir concerned her personal life.
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 been the nightmare of my adolescence. If it meant going back to that, if would be...
A 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 mater...
Self-knowledge is no guarantee of happiness, but it is on the side of happiness and can supply the courage to fight for it.
It must be said in addition that the men with the most scrupulous respect for embryonic life are also those who are most zealous when it comes to condemning adults to death in war.
I think that where you go wrong is that you imagine that your reasons for living ought to fall on you, ready-made from heaven, whereas we have to find them for ourselves.
Even if one is neither vain nor self-obsessed, it is so extraordinary to be oneself - exactly oneself and no one else - and so unique, that it seems natural that one should also be unique for someone...
At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was...
The past is not a peaceful landscape lying there behind me, a country in which I can stroll wherever I please, and will gradually show me all its secret hills and dales. As I was moving forward, so it...
Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.
I quickly realized that friendships without tomorrows, and the little anguishes of parting, were part of the pleasures of traveling. I resolutely avoided bores, saw only those who amused me. We spent...