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I'd rather die of suffering

Tears streaked down her perspiring face; she ignored them. Perhaps she had shed so many that her skin had become insensitive to them. I felt like weeping with her over that love which for ten years had been the meaning and the pride of her life and which had now become a shameful sore. I took a sip…

—p.525 The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir
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living in the shadow of someone else's glory

I laughed. 'But why do you want me to leave Robert?'

The waiter placed two more Scotches in front of us; Paula gulped half of hers down immediately.

'There's nothing more injurious than living in the shadow of someone else's glory,' she said. 'One wastes away. You, too, have got to find yours…

—p.525 by Simone de Beauvoir
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she, too, was dead topic/heartbreak

'Have you seen him again?' I asked.

'Oh, no! And I won't see him again,' she said spiritedly. 'He took unfair advantage of the situation.'

I kept silent. I was quite familiar with the kind of explanations Mardrus had used; on occasion, I myself made use of similar ones, and I valued them for …

—p.524 by Simone de Beauvoir
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of what use were all those frenzies

Before going to bed, I had a long talk with Nadine. She was going out with Henri again and she was very pleased about it. She bombarded me with questions. The next day, I telephoned Paula to let her know I was coming; her voice was crisp and calm. It was about ten o'clock when I turned into that st…

—p.521 by Simone de Beauvoir
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that world from which I was separated by an ocean

I looked out at the lawns, the lakes, the swans. One day, soon no doubt, I would once again like Paris, would have my troubles, pleasures, preferences; my life would emerge from the fog, my real life, my Old-World life, and I would be taken up with it completely. Suddenly, I began to speak, for I h…

—p.520 by Simone de Beauvoir