Simone de Beauvoir
Simone de Beauvoir
Simone Lucie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir; 9 January 1908 – 14 April 1986) was a French writer, intellectual, existentialist philosopher, political activist, feminist and social theorist. Though she did not consider herself a philosopher, she had a significant influence on both feminist existentialism and feminist theory...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth9 January 1908
CountryFrance
long victory defeat
Si l'on vit assez longtemps, on voit que toute victoire se change un jour en de faite. If you live long enough, you'll find that every victory turns into a defeat.
fate names humanity
The individuals who seem to us most outstanding, who are honored with the name of genius, are those who have proposed to enact the fate of all humanity in their personal existences.
memories sadness age
Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.
impossible
It is impossible to do anything for anyone.
justice done injustice
Justice can never be done in the midst of injustice.
humanity individuality speak
The Communists , following Hegel , speak of humanity and its future as of some monolithic individuality. I was attacking this illusion.
strange aging ends
The nearer I come to the end of my days, the more I am enabled to see that strange thing, a life, and to see it whole ...
good-luck complacency vain
it is so difficult not to become vain about one's own good luck.
girl money motivation
I was struck by the absence, even among very young boys and girls, of any interior motivation; they were incapable of thinking, of inventing, of imagining, of choosing, of deciding for themselves; this incapacity was expressed by their conformism; in every domain of life they employed only the abstract measure of money, because they were unable to trust to their own judgment.
arrogance ifs
It's only arrogance if you're wrong.
cooking revolution creation
Cooking is revolution and creation ...
eye mirrors age
Old age was growing inside me. It kept catching my eye from the depths of the mirror. I was paralyzed sometimes as I saw it making its way toward me so steadily when nothing inside me was ready for it.
proxy precarious
Living by proxy is always a precarious expedient.
work games play
Work would be terribly boring if one did not play the game all out, passionately.