If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
Simone De BeauvoirRead
There's something tragic about you. Your feeling for the absolute. You were made to believe in God and spend your life in a convent.' There are too many with that vocation. God would have had to love only me.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the idea of existential purpose and the struggle between individual aspirations and societal expectations.
Simone De Beauvoir's quote delves into the tragedy of feeling deeply connected to the absolute, as it highlights the conflict between personal beliefs and the rigid structures imposed by society, such as religious vocations. It suggests that the individual's longing for a profound truth or connection may be at odds with the roles they are expected to fulfill, ultimately raising questions about the nature of faith and personal destiny.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about existentialism and the search for personal identity.
If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
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...and gradually his face assumed the expressions which are so often found among rich people - the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displeasure, of idleness, of lovelessness. Slowly the soul sickness of the rich crept over him.
I have great faith in optimism as a guiding principle, if only because it offers us the opportunity of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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Nothing is more generally known than our duties which belong to Christianity; and yet, how amazing is it, nothing is less practiced?
God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?
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