Simone de Beauvoir Quotes

In the never-ending battle you have all officially joined as of today, the difference is in how truly you believe, in how vociferously you promote, in how tightly you hold onto the truth that is self-evident: that of course we are all created equally yet differently, and of course we are all in this together.

African music, though very old, is always being rediscovered in the West.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remarkable process. It is far more terrible than anything I have ever read about it, more terrible than anything I will ever be able to say.

I will probably die singing.

When you give a man a dole, you deny him his dignity, and when you deny him his dignity you rob him of his destiny.

The death of dogma is the birth of morality.

I have the wisdom of one condemned to death:
I own nothing for anything to own me

America was changing. I had a feeling of destiny and I was riding the changes... My consciousness was beginning to change, too, change and stretch.

(Imitating Pavarotti) "It is amazing I know it is huge. BEHOLD IT. IT IS GROWING. ALL OF MY PHALLUS IS A SHOWING!

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

I have never thought there was much to be said in favor of dragging on long after all one's friends were dead.

Things That Lose by Being Painted
Pinks, cherry blossoms, yellow roses. Men or women who are praised in romances as being beautiful.Things That Gain by Being Painted
Pines. Autumn fields. Mountain villages and paths. Cranes and deer. A very cold winter scene; an unspeakably hot summer scene. (p. 138)

Don't gain the world and lose your soul
Wisdom is better than silver and gold.

I trapped my breath in the bellows of my throat, and a lamp blazed up inside, showing me who I really was. I crossed the darkness holding fast to that lamp.

It was as though some stubborn god spent their time in an immutable and absurd balancing act between life and death, prosperity and poverty.