I like everyone who tries to show that madness is, in large part, conditioned by society and particularly by the family, and therefore, strongly affects women. Simone de Beauvoir More Quotes by Simone de Beauvoir More Quotes From Simone de Beauvoir My worst mistake has been not grasping that time goes by. It was going by and there I was, set in the attitude of the ideal wife of an ideal husband. Instead of bringing our sexual relationship to life again I brooded happily over memories of our former nights together. Simone de Beauvoir husband attitude memories Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen. Simone de Beauvoir finding-yourself nineteen men There is no such thing as a natural death: nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation. Simone de Beauvoir natural men world The Communists, following Hegel, speak of humanity and its future as of some monolithic individuality. I was attacking this illusion. Simone de Beauvoir individuality speak humanity The knight departing for new adventures offends his lady, yet she has nothing but contempt for him if he remains at her feet. Simone de Beauvoir knights feet adventure It is impossible to do anything for anyone. Simone de Beauvoir impossible Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death. Simone de Beauvoir reprieve wells life-is ... to adapt one's outlook to another person's salvation is the surest and quickest way of losing him. Simone de Beauvoir losing-him salvation way The role of a retired person is no longer to possess one. Simone de Beauvoir retired roles retirement The father's life is surrounded by mysterious prestige: the hours he spends in the home, the room where he works, the objects around him, his occupations, his habits, have a sacred character. It is he who feeds the family, is the one in charge and the head. Usually he works outside the home, and it is through him that the household communicates with the rest of the world: he is the embodiment of this adventurous, immense, difficult, and marvelous world; he is transcendence, he is God. Simone de Beauvoir home character father To will freedom and to will to disclose being are one and the same choice; hence, freedom takes a positive and constructive step which causes being to pass to existence in a movement which is constantly surpassed. Simone de Beauvoir movement causes choices Work would be terribly boring if one did not play the game all out, passionately. Simone de Beauvoir games play work It is doubtless impossible to approach any human problems with a mind free from bias. Simone de Beauvoir problem mind impossible I would stand transfixed before the windows of the confectioners' shops, fascinated by the luminous sparkle of candied fruits, the cloudy lustre of jellies, the kaleidoscope inflorescence of acidulated fruit drops - red, green, orange, violet: I coveted the colours themselves as much as the pleasure they promised me. Simone de Beauvoir orange cooking food A foreign country can best be understood through its literature. Simone de Beauvoir understood literature country it is not the inferiority of women that has caused their historical insignificance; it is rather their historical insignificance that has doomed them to inferiority. Simone de Beauvoir women historical history It's true that what you find in New York is something other than America. Only small towns and small countries are self-satisfied; a real capital goes beyond its borders. Simone de Beauvoir real new-york country The arrogance of some Christians would close heaven to them if, to their misfortune, it existed. Simone de Beauvoir arrogance christian heaven The Sahara was a spectacle as alive as the sea. The tints of the dunes changed according to the time of day and the angle of the light: golden as apricots from far off, when we drove close to them they turned to freshly made butter; behind us they grew pink; from sand to rock, the materials of which the desert was made varied as much as its tints. Simone de Beauvoir rocks light sea there is a poetry in making preserves; the housewife has caught duration in the snare of sugar, she has enclosed life in jars. Simone de Beauvoir duration sugar jars
