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 indefini...
If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.
The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project
She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.
I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.
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.
Masculine desire is as much an offence as it is a compliment; in so far as she feels herself responsible for her charm, or feels she is exerting it of her own accord, she is much pleased with her conq...
Man may reproach women for their dissimulation, but his complacency must be great indeed for him to be so constantly duped.
Enforced maternity brings into the world wretched infants, whom their parents will be unable to support and who will become the victims of public care or ‘child martyrs’. It must be pointed out that o...
…but all day long I would be training myself to think, to understand, to criticize, to know myself; I was seeking for the absolute truth: this preoccupation did not exactly encourage polite conversati...
My contemplation is an excruciation only because it is also a joy.
I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.
Let women be provided with living strength of their own.
(About Sartre...)His death does not separate us. My death will not bring us together again. That is how things are. It is in itself splendid that we were able to live our lives in harmony for so long.
What do you believe in ?""People's sufferings, and the fact that it is abominable. One should do everything to abolish it. To tell you the truth, nothing else seems to me of any importance.
Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with the absolute truth.
I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth - and truth rewarded me.
أكثر ما كان يجذبني إليه ضحكته: فكأنما سقط، من غير انتظار، على كوكب ليس هو كوكبه، فأخذ يكتشف طرافته العجيبة. و حين كانت ضحكته تنفجر، كان كل شيء يبدو لي جديداً، أخاذاً، رائعاً.
To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it's hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody.
To abstain from politics is in itself a political attitude.