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3 months, 4 weeks ago

we can give up our profession

I hope that two people can grow together, side by side, and bring joy to each other. Without one having to be crushed so that the other may stay strong.

Perhaps maturing is also to let others be.

To allow myself to be what I am.

“No one will sacrifice his honor for love,” says Helmer.

A…

—p.206 Changing by Liv Ullmann
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I have lived only to be your plaything project/panopticon-diaries

I realize I was brought up to be the person others wanted me to be, so that they would like me and not be bothered by my presence.

That person was not me.

When I began to be me, I felt that I had more to give.

Life was richer.

I am trying to eliminate all the bad conscience caused by th…

—p.200 by Liv Ullmann
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I must find my own way advice/living for/pq

Nora stands in the door and says: “I don’t know what will become of me. I don’t know where I am going. I only know that I can no longer bother about what others say. I must find my own way.”

Is this not where life’s possibilities lie? Not necessarily to arrive, but always to be on the way, in mo…

—p.199 by Liv Ullmann
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find myself apologizing for my strength

It still happens (although I kick myself inwardly) that I am with a man and find myself apologizing for my strength. Because I see him as the weaker, and perhaps therefore frightened by that strength.

I look him in the eyes as I praise his progress and minimize my own.

—p.197 by Liv Ullmann
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she so wants to know me

Mae West is borne in between two strong men with long hair and open-necked shirts with masses of muséles underneath. They whisper in my ear that these are her lovers. She has yellow corkscrew curls and her face is heavily made up, and she has false eyelashes that are coming loose. They ask me to co…

—p.165 by Liv Ullmann